Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Morning




Thou that thought
Through a dazzled morning
Of dying birds

Your pale skin 
Still sunken by a grey moonlight
Reflection of an inner sun
That once was...

Hear! Hear! The glorious sons
Came back

But their spirit stayed afar
And whilst they tried to
Fight evil with hope

They killed so a thousand
New demons could rise
To slaughter our empty shells