Interlude played out with silken thread
Hushed audience awaiting a bitter end:
Who, then, will rise upon the stage?
Who, then, will dance upon the grave?
Such arrogance from velvet curtains falls
Like dust and cobwebs to coat the walls,
And touching home the blade to breast
Finally find eternal rest.
Friday, December 31, 2010
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