Veil is tight and packed in an old wicker drawer.
Cherry jam
- I am -
spilled upon the floor.
Chess board alive again tonight, the queen will fight for life
against the beautiful things that bring war
battle of guilt and mistress' strife
the man that drools for more.
White knight be ever dammed, she only has the bitter wine of summer's passing in her hands.
Old guitar strummed to the tune of his aging breath in the aching breeze,
We wait and wait in patient greed.