Such was him
Behind those bars
He knew of a much further land
Sun red as blood, snow not that white
Not an inch of dust would filter through
Not a single memorie would find him,
there where he was,
deep down.
Though, he coud have, somehow,
might have asked,
"what shall be my sin, dear guard?
That, the one, to me unknown,
which my dreams far away from me hides?"
"Never mind" said the armoured man;
"why should know such a lowlife,
why should know such a piece of trash,
values him nothing more than living, the clues to
his crimes?"
Might he never be back to his country,
might never again see that red sun,
though for sure
Shall he never rest among dust.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
Such was him
Behind those bars
He knew of a much further land
Sun red as blood, snow not that white
Not an inch of dust would filter through
Not a single memorie would find him,
there where he was,
deep down.
Though, he coud have, somehow,
might have asked,
"what shall be my sin, dear guard?
That, the one, to me unknown,
which my dreams far away from me hides?"
"Never mind" said the armoured man;
"why should know such a lowlife,
why should know such a piece of trash,
values him nothing more than living, the clues to
his crimes?"
Might he never be back to his country,
might never again see that red sun,
though for sure
Shall he never rest among dust.