Fallen are the castles,those ruins left behind in time,where are the bards and minstrels but beneath the walls of rubble and loneliness is the last voice that sings in the quiet of desolation...
Sunday, July 18, 2010
The Doorway
As words entwine between my lips, I stare with open eyes and reveal the dust that lays between my fingers and the wounds crouch between my teeth and swallowed before my peace.
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