Dying Embers
I shudder at the thought
I dare not think it true
the visions I have of you are haunting me
all that's left is to flee
past the woods and through the hills
where life knows no bounds
where wits and a knife are all you need in life
I shudder to think
I dare not look at you
the visitors of yesterday all gave clues
all that's left are the bones
from your carnivorous ways
where you know no bounds
where wits and knife are you need in life
I shudder at the thought
that for a pound you could be bought
if not for the drought
I might have lived
if not for tears I would thrist
where the dying embers know no bounds
where the the dying flames has consumed all that's left
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2007
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