Dream Song
Dancing amid shards of broken glass and dreams,
Pieces of nothing and faded magic.
I wait for the terror of your touch,
Or a return to the saving grace of cruelty.
The toll of a bell will wake me from this nightmare,
While cats paws of pain run up and down my spine.
Forsake yourself and join me here on the hearth,
Where the fires of redemption burn bright.
Copyright © Amy Frazey | Year Posted 2011
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