Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Redrum

In a river of remorse
Lay one, off his course
Driven there by force
And a hellish dark horse
An overflowing spring
Blood and guilt dripping
From a crown of fallen king's
Of glory days it sings
 The engulfing black waters
A hazy liquid mire
Obstructing the gazer
From Pleiadian daughter
It flows and flows and flows
In a current no one knows
Light births monochrome rainbows
Mocking with sickly glow
A deep-seated fear
Sits in a centre near
Just when all is clear
Vanished is the last tear

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