great steel wheels screech their stringent song through a window leaf so bare ajar for its chill ethers enter cave seep through cotton, flesh and bone a damp autumnal, fungal-festered bloom to promote cold sweat, a paradox of shivers try not to break this brain today, it needs but embrace no educations, maledictions nor philosophical provisions just the fleshly warmth of another form pressed up close to forfend the mortal, sycthe-bearing, hooded ghost which looms to prey behind the gathering storms unseen beneath the muddy rivers flow so tight now hold if simple plea hits from heartfelt call, its home on this, remembrance day irb 11.11 11/11/13
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 11:15:03 +0000