Saturday, October 21, 2006
Walking past timeless in picking up rosesWhy hadn't their thorns pricked deep into the naked paws
Engulfed in a shadowy mist
Unbreakable it seemed
Buried in a deep abyss where darkness roamedThe absence of complexity solace had seekedWrangled in a bloody crusadeSoldiers wrenched and witheredBy dawn when the first light appearedPerforated toy and victim both alike. Gone.
written at 22:04