Wednesday, January 28, 2009


running hiding
someone will see
a perverse stillness
wafting over me
treasures of light
lost to the night
memories fleeting
despair now greeting
a hapless waif
gingerly seeking
fading fast a
daunting day
the die is cast
women fleeing
children bleeding
searching for
a long dead past
knife and gun
has full run
face down a
dying nun
failed to heed
the demon seed
in purple night
wandering amid
the amber light
sitting in the
deadman's chair
gently stroking
soft silky hair
while luring all
within his lair.

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