At Dawn

Foggy Shore

There is a moment all in time
When temptation bleeds the soul
And in the depths of passion’s rhyme
Beneath the peace of glassy lake
Silent crippled demons dance
Stepping purple heaven’s tune
Just one moment holds the chance
But moments pass away
And in their exit leave behind
Hollowed empty hearts of man
Hope drained, bereft, soul blind
Hidden by the ooze of muck
Heart on heart the strata laid
Weighed down with cumbering time
There the world by rock-hearts made
Rising through the mist

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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