Grey.
under the now
drifted
semblance of unrest.
My lost sins.
the diagrams.
God chose time
looked up and it was
before dawn
most quiet of all
I love their diabolic colour
I could not glory how soon
i tired
When
When
When
will the cavern of night
love need by candle light
that day
his glory
and he hermits in their naked bodies
with passion
put to sword.
Amy Leigh Cutler 