17 September 2012
This place, so dark, Stone, so cold, Sanity departs, Madness enters the fold, Your face, scared, Where once, was bold, Your teeth, bared, With fear, not cold, Inside, seeks comfort, A dream, be told, Your skin, taut, Enter my fold.
Your heart, beats fast, A story, untold, This night, the last? Your soul, is sold, Come with me, now, My hand, take hold, To me, a vow, A life you, will mould, Another time, a place, A wish, for gold, Look out for, my face, Lonely, and old.
Old • Opuss № I