27 August 2012
My inner chantress summons me to my knees Whispering taunts are carried on the breeze My perception of what once was tis now gone Carried away by torrid tempers so strong Unforgiven and relentless is the quest for misery I am the motionless lock and sadness the key In a maze of uncertainty I am now bound Will a way out of this torment ever be found? For what was carried along to me by the breeze I'm sending it back for my inner chantress is displeased
©Kim Brown 27th August 2012
Inner Chantress • Opuss № I