Saturday, February 27, 2010

Timid Violins

Silence always wins
Like calculating sins
Candle flames extinguished,
The alter water vicious
May tame our thoughts
With eyes of lost beings

Obtain similar vindication
Destroy this concentration
Distinguishing their leader
Through liquid, crimson meter
Tracing revenge from our lips
To the flick of our wrists
And all is lost.

--CR

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