Monday, 31 October 2011

The Fading Tide

                     Ominous as the sinking night
                     Chills of despair and hot blurring sight
                     Wafting high the crashing kite
                     Wasted, burning, wicked, contrite

                     Lowly silence deep inside
                     Clawing away with each passing stride
                     Brightly tarnished ancient pride
                     All the future be denied

                     Sighing upon the broken dawn
                     Vastly stripped the naked pawn
                     Every value wayward worn
                     Stagnant be the image torn

                     Ocean of the salty sea
                     Washing clean the screaming plea
                     Deep inside an evil glee
                     Joyous past did be free

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