Wednesday, May 4, 2011

where the words lie

crimson yellow behind the veil
piercing gaze through the clouds
tiny whispers subdued
by the anguished shrieks

and the time is 3 am

it's quiet now.

they sensed her presence
the cunning intruder
come upon to take
what belonged to them
spread some lies

before the return to oblivion

of whose?
and who will?

unanswered, it will remain,
together they will strike again,
but, not today.

this moment is passing by

and lo! it's gone...

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