"Evermore" and "nevermore" -
Let the words survive the horror,
Thrive in fires, face tomorrow,
Feed the rage of broken doors.
Leaves are withering in pain,
Leaflets scatter, snakes engulf us,
Someone's measuring again
Silver pistols for a ruffle.
Leave for good, forget-me-not,
Grieve forever, disappear -
Words are smoldering and hot,
And the end for all is near.
Who's betrayer, who's betrayed -
Days are bleak, and nights are sadder.
When the moon is turning gray,
Witches run through barren shadows.
16 сентября, 2008
Let the words survive the horror
© Copyright: Кристина Девулите, 2009
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