A Piece From the Whole
He was a false captain
steering lost ships into his harbour of iniquity...
She was a Venetian vessle,
seeking refuge in the arms of oblivion...
& Somewhere in the distance, chaos rejoiced
with masked tears, and Bacchal fury voiced:
"All things must end as they do start-
such is the story of the broken heart".
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2011
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