Sunday, 31 January 2010

Midnight on the Docks

I hear it; that rose of night,
That beauty of the mist; seducing comes,
And I am powerless to her wits; wishful,
I try to continue my life, without avail,
Stumble I do and fall into the traps,
That trap of ages; I have no hope; darkness,
Has come; without my faith I'm lost; to,
The plot of seduction, but mountains shall pass,
And I will rise; to life I shall be new,
In that night on the dock at midnight!

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