Beneath the choral moon
Death rages and mourns
Crooning headstones and dross
Pity and loss
Loss and pity
Shame and scorn
What if? What if?
Amid black roses
Withering to bloom
The hearts reign pounds upon
Pains and regrets
Regrets and pains
Sadness and sorrows
What if? What if?
Black crows, old crones
Carry whispered willow sighs
With weeping airy weight
Never, never , too late
To late, to late, never
Always and forever
What if? What if?
B.L House 2008



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