Monday, November 21, 2011

Quiet


A quiet quaintness surrounds
The single stone-walled
Mansion here
Hillocks rolling over
Into a wilderness that never
Forgets to remind you
All that lies beyond
And all that you will never know
A sudden solitude engulfs
The quaintness that vows to kill
All that is remembered
In the snow uphill
And the drops of red
On the whiteness glow
Whence the tale unfolds
The battle ensues
Wondering where to go…

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