Sweet singing note
Drifting from the sky
Tinged sourly
As the cold arises
Freezing the grape fields
And frostbitten hearts
Soft lips
But of only one
Who is but an actor
Nay not even for that
Hides in the wings
Watching man
Bring their vision to life
As the Muse dances
Intelligence far above
Such a goddess would
Be swayed by no tithe
As the lone drummer
Dances on the empty stage
Once those of talent
Have dearly departed
YOU ARE READING
Memories Graveyard
PoetryA look into the minds of the tormented, told through their dancing words and raw emotions. A beautiful art form, twisted and wild, known as poetry.