Night

“Had I, not blind, perhaps suspected

careless ways, my heart neglected

blood turned black, my veins infected…”

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Had I, not blind, perhaps suspected

careless ways, my heart neglected

blood turned black, my veins infected

you sweet voice to me sings

 

And in my haste I gave too much

Compromised and eager, such

as one who craves too strong soft touch

and dark forbidden things

 

So ripped and raw and torn asunder

Day’s end calls as sun slips under

‘neath your waves, farewell my wonder

Cold to my bones, night brings

 

And in the lands of shade I’m lost

No coin to pay redeeming cost

My face grow pale as winter’s frost

To summer’s dream I cling

 

And on and on until the sight

Of day break pushes back the night

And there you stood in golden light

And hope eternal springs

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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