Broken Love
The chilly call of wolves
Troubles the shadow of my soul
Despair rips deep the heel of my youth
And my flesh holds no sympathy
Toll the bells in yonder glen
To bring the parsonage as one
Let tears fill the river Styx
And silence hush the agony of love
Rejection grinds my bones to powder
To be cast upon a cold north wind
There’s no shroud of warmth for me
While betrayal still walks among men
My spirit still quietly lingers
In the field were young maidens dream
Their hope remains until the evening
Then wolves come to feed
Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2012
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