Darkrose

Darkrose

Monday, March 1, 2010

Tempest By Erin and myself

In the eye of the storm
You can walk away without harm
Without care
The voices which might call you back
Lost or twisted in the raging air.


No sounds bar the rumbling howling winds and your tears
Falling slow in greyest dawn light
Feet moving slowly as you try to escape,
There's none, none to see

Erin
and Kayt