Tuesday 28 August 2012

SOULLESS WAILS

The covert notes that Fiction sent
Tenderly to me in memories many ages old.
 Consigned to me with an ominous scent
Of several lies that Reality told.

'Twas committed to me in the silence that was Fiction's
A secret I should share but yet loud to tell
As long as man's living is dead action
Under Reality's unbroken spell.