Monday, January 01, 2007

Through the pool of darkness

Through the pool of darkness
John Grim lifts his hands
shattered candles, broken cross
and a moan swells from the lands
- a forlorn, inconsolable sadness.

Blood haloes limply around his hands
mocking love once locked inside
his body hidden by the night
like a prayer stifled in silence
for a life that knew no light
now dying to meet the dawn.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

ah hierdie een lyk bekend!Ingrid