I hear your voice upon the wind,
so I enter the ebony castle
of nights cruel making,
awash with sky lights
guiding my steps.
Alas - lies have been whispered
on the breeze of cruel humour,
I find my feet burried
in cold tears of truth....
there never was you.
16/11/08
Viola Grey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-s-humour/
