A Smaller Flame
A Smaller Flame...
Death, where is your respite?
Fear, how bitter your taste?
Time, how fickle your finger,
upon the pulse of haste.
Anger, how deep your reach?
as I turn my face away...
Hatred, your cold embrace,
has left me with nothing to say.
The voices of the heart are faint,
and whispers fade to nothing.
Tears that never fall,
For a moment soon forgotten.
Copyright © Mordred Sillence | Year Posted 2016
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