Tuesday, September 11, 2007

A dark and stormy night

Whispers of wind and toil;
soil deep and drenched,
so my soul tears,
and thus I lend to sleep.

Sleep - within winds so steep,
so sharp they bleed,
so dark i weep.
Never imagined, a sleep so eternal,
yet a sleep so wretched.

Witch, wind, weary wretch;
I fail and fall within my dream;
grasping winds in storms so dark,
all is bare,
and all is lost.

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