sweeping lullaby with misty eyes
broken, she sings to a sleeping soul
curled in a blanket claimed by lies
she whispers lovers her timeless toll
madness feasts on weary trust
begging hearts to intertwine
his infernal shapes turn men to dust
luring them to forfeit time
hold tight the rope to Heaven’s gate
as it sways in a gust of deceitful mirth
expelled by a hardhearted Fate
by the enemy’s hands, judge not your worth
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 3:36 AM UTC
sweeping lullaby with misty eyes
broken, she sings to a sleeping soul
curled in a blanket claimed by lies
she whispers lovers her timeless toll
madness feasts on weary trust
begging hearts to intertwine
his infernal shapes turn men to dust
luring them to forfeit time
hold tight the rope to Heaven’s gate
as it sways in a gust of deceitful mirth
expelled by a hardhearted Fate
by the enemy’s hands, judge not your worth
Copyright- Chelsea Rose 2009