a voice, a sound, a hollow word silence begotten for heart be told a knock on wood, a hollow sound yellow wood all drenched in blood the red it covered the silent gold the silver knife lay at side ebony handle in cold ivory hand quiet eyes, hollow and empty life had left them, dark, and cold golden wood and silver knife side by side they sat in fright the horrid scene that lay at hand the Light it hid the Dark in smite in the dark, broken and silent hollow hearts and lifeless blood all quiet, all Dark nothing hurt but all was not the silver knife hung in heart Light and Dark sat in waiting engaged in battle, never ending of the souls of the deceased and gone the heart lay and struck it's last beat never to beat again never to live again -Damien
Damien Oak Hart · Tue Jan 08, 2008 @ 12:44am · 1 Comments |