Sunday 1 July 2012

The Dark Side

the dark side lies
where the raven flies
at dusk
and rises at dawn
where dreams are born
from bones and dust
and naught is as it seems
where love and lust
are blurred
and promises slurred
by unwept tears
there secrets hide
defiling the years
like quiescent embryos
they cling to the dark side
while paranoia echoes

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