Saturday, August 21, 2010


Darkness comes into my house
A chill runs under my blouse.

The thief snatches you abroad
Coming at the end of the road.

Nothingness has been your middle name
Loneliness has been your game.

The thief comes into the night
Leaving me shunned from the light.

Hades feasts in the netherworld
Proserpine weeps in the underworld.

Dark. Foreboding.
Empty. Ebbing.

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