Her

Within Winters breath of night,
Silent Whispers wander in thy mind,
Love, like a loss hinders ones sight
Leaving thee blind
For reasons only they may find
...
Many who know it understand
thought only a poets hand could span
the grave mistakes that plague this land
is nothing more than emotion of a once finer man

Her dark and deadly embraces
with equally malevolent ways
such a beautiful and elegant adoring grace
beneath all that, somethings hidden,
an apocalyptic gaze
that set my world ablaze