Viola Grey - Night's Humour

I hear your voice upon the wind,
so I enter the ebony castle
of nights cruel making,
awash with sky lights
guiding my steps.

Alas - lies have been whispered
on the breeze of cruel humour,
I find my feet burried
in cold tears of truth....
there never was you.

16/11/08

Viola Grey

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