Thursday, April 25, 2013

Voices

Voices
Begone foul fiend and trouble no more
A glance,a glimpse ,a muffled phrase behind doors
Like a bell heard from distant shores
Echoes across water from a time that is nevermore

Worry me not with deeds most dire
Attacking my being until I tire
Whispers that shout of death and desire
Emotions laid bare as I stare into the fire

To what ends this madness of mind
The opening of doors without searching to find
A blade so sharp from stones that grind
Heartache or hope in the guise of time
-TheMinstrel