The Dark
by Ivory Black on Fri Feb 06, 2004 11:22 am
The rose smells as sweet as a pugent flower,
the darkness as deep as the midnight hour,
time passes by,
looming over me like a grand, dark tower,
I sit and watch but to no avail,
for darkness must always prevail.
the darkness as deep as the midnight hour,
time passes by,
looming over me like a grand, dark tower,
I sit and watch but to no avail,
for darkness must always prevail.
Comments
Posted by Nocturne on Thu Jul 07, 2005 7:42 pm
Very short, but sharpens to a nice point.