Swirling darkness gathers round,
the blackened skies seem moving.
The knights of many realms appear,
to lead the evenings' crooning.
Minds and souls unravels now,
and twist again to bind.
The sidewalks spew a ceaseless fount,
of restless moving rabble.
Clouds will roil and wolves may howl.
Blood rises up and reaches out,
to quench the thirst of needy mouths
and owls still fly the sky.
Bleeding them until it's end;
the taste was sweet, is bitter.
As morning breaks, a loss is mourned
Dark clouds part--the sun revealing.
(c) sutoyou 8/06
 sutoyou · Sun Aug 13, 2006 @ 04:44am · 1 Comments |
