30 August 2012
Look through the other side Then you can see But look this side..all is one preserved mystery
Shadows gleam like nightshade So dangerous, pure and volatile Never crucify the disturbed and vile
My pain is the haunt of time Shed by encounters so fine Lined with sweet mystical rhymes
Shelter those who seek sanctuary From the glaciers of hope and pride My mind so fantastical shall guide
Hide the torment, free the spirits Dancing in the cores of strength Worshipping all things nonsense
Am I strange for feeling such things? No I don't believe it to be so My aura and strength shall forever grow
©Kim Brown 30th August 2012 First written October 1991
Hounds Of Silence • Opuss № I