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...