No remorse tonight
The end to an enslavement.
Can still hear the footsteps run
Down the stairs on marvel paivment.
Once in a while the loaner thinks
That he is entiteled for repayment.
Last gaze at stained glass,
The fading smell of roses,
He is going back to field of rage
Where cannons are still roaring.
The morning comes,
In empty master bedroom
The dirty cotton shades
Fail to hide the glowing sun.
One ray attempted to escape
Through barrel of a gun
But blocked by cold lead.
Down in the basement
The plotters are surrounded
But guards cant no longer hear
His footsteps silenced by soft grass.
The deed is done,
The day is young
And he is on the run.
No remorse tonight
© Copyright: Мень Илья, 2013
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