Monday, November 30, 2015

The dirge

A dirge plays in the background

There's been a death

Hope has died along with love

Hope was slowly strangled to death

Love was clubbed like a baby seal

The cold frozen ground covered with the remnants of a beautiful life

Spattered are the pieces , in a red gore congealing on the stark white landscape

Sadness lives here and hangs like mist

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