RSS Bot Posted April 1, 2006 Share Posted April 1, 2006 Still falls the rain,the veils of darkness shroud the black- ened trees,which,contort- ed by some unseen violence, shed their tired leaves, and bend their boughs toward a grey earth of sev- ered bird wings, among the grass- es, poppies bleed before a gestic- ulating death, and young rabbits, born dead in traps, stand motion- less, as though guarding the silence that surrounds and threat- ens to engulf all those that would listen. Mute birds, tired of repeating yesterdays terrors, hud- dle together in the recesses of dark corners, heads turned from the dead, black swan that floats upturned in a small pool in the hollow. There emerges from this pool a faint sensual mist, that traces its way upwards to caress the chipped feet of the headless martyr's statue, whose only achievement was to die too soon, and who couldn't wait to lose. The cataract of darkness form fully, the long black night begins, yet still, by the lake a young girl waits, unseeing she believes her- self unseen, she smiles, faintly at the distant rolling bell, and the still falling rain. http://www.atariage.com/forums/index.php?a...&showentry=1420 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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