Monday, 17 May 2010

Dread

When you shall


Make your uphill climb

Solitary, alone

When there shall

Be none to break

Your fall…

Its to me you’ll turn

Lost and jaded

Me who you spurned

Aeons ago

And I shall take

A candle flame

And burn your heart

As you burnt mine…

1 comment:

Neelav said...

Beautiful, brilliant...just that the darkness is a little troubling.