Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Twisted thought

Darkness devours good intent
Under pale dancing moon
Sickness blankest desolate land
Yet the hammer hesitates driving the last nail home
Amongst the fading light a glimmer of hope struggles
Clawing from festering despair
Fighting till dawn breaks horizons plane
Denouncing dismal end
Hope is reborn with suns warm kiss

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