In flinty eyes rest shattered dreams,
Their jagged edges goudge at heaven's seams,
While whispers speak silently in riddles.
Oh!, cries the crow as night kindles
The fodder of midnight's hearth.
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 3:07 PM UTC
In flinty eyes rest shattered dreams,
Their jagged edges goudge at heaven's seams,
While whispers speak silently in riddles.
Oh!, cries the crow as night kindles
The fodder of midnight's hearth.