Sunday, May 1, 2011


Once taken now we are, upon light stripped away
To mourning, distant, pleading, dark surrendered day

Fine, yet finite prism, is rape of choice bereaved
In anguish there to languish upon shores of the deceived

There an empty fading which death cannot attend
Beyond the shelter twilight is hope around the bend

A road never travelled in this our mortal creed
A vestige crumbling world’s birth I do not need

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