Dark clouds
Aleksander Polischouk
Dark clouds and shadowy mists
I ponder at thee oh weary am me.....
But the dark decadent mirrors that blaze through with fire
They no longer need you to fill their desire....
Wreak havoc I will leave alone with no will...
Can I purchase oh lord the fruits of your tree…
The one they proclaim he still stands the same...
A little left out with a bucket of drought....
Have I stumbled upon the notion?
I run can this trick be a turn can this mess be undone?
What it is?
He yells loud may his fiery sword be left out...
As he plunders the village of outer attire
And causes a sting of the unholy awhile....
Lest not out of defeat kept not out of my seat
I cry out to the name which you speak gravely untamed...
Your tongue twists in circles
Your veins now they burst…
Left lonely again under the same big old......
Curse!
Dark clouds
© Copyright: Сергей Полищук, 2009
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