Last Rites
Frozen body in
in the icy river
A young woman
met her fate early
She wanted freedom
But she found
Let the night come
A single candle burning
cuts through the gloom
In lands of shadow
Where can a soul find peace?
Old answers no longer
suffice
As the old tent - maker said:
"...sultan after sultan
with his pomp
abode his hour or two and went his way"
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2009
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