Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Redemption

The sound of silence
Stirs into a cold oblivion;
Nagging, as it goes to prove,
To force upon its unfinished
Soul, the imperishable burden
Of misery. Hence prunes dour
Dementors by their ugly claws
The nasty remnants of pungent
Entrails. Vanquished, or so it
Seems, the peace and calm
That once reigned. But
Oh my elf, Fear Not Thou,
For love's just round
The corner.

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