Into this word i came
at midnight
Darkness rested on my skull
held me by my sleeves
and led to its labyrinthe
Puzzled
I could'nt tell which path
was plodded by the chastes
nor that which led
to the belching hell
The hunters with lamps
to lead me through
and gourd of wine
to quench my taste
were deep asleep
I, the kid who came
at midnight
when the world was lost
in the song of thier snore
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
Into this word i came
at midnight
Darkness rested on my skull
held me by my sleeves
and led to its labyrinthe
Puzzled
I could'nt tell which path
was plodded by the chastes
nor that which led
to the belching hell
The hunters with lamps
to lead me through
and gourd of wine
to quench my taste
were deep asleep
I, the kid who came
at midnight
when the world was lost
in the song of thier snore