Sunday, 31 January 2010

The Later Tells

It told me of day,
Where we were, but,
Little; that thing,
Of future infinite,
Told me a tale,
A tale of lightness,
And of smoke,
Of warfare and,
Destruction it did,
So it told me,
It told me of,
Night that coldness,
Finds on destiny,
That most deathly,
Would be lived!