| Love cuts a new rung On the ladder of swords The trees steal the green Right out of the lawn Rain washes blood From the ladder of swords The trees bow their branches Submission to mourn And as the sun kills the moon Climbs the ladder of swords The trees throw their shadows The morning to scorn |
5 comments:
Marvelous turns of phrase and shades of meaning, Pisces. As ever.
Potent imagery. -J
Justin & Jayne: thanks folks!
yeah, it's swell!
almost ballad -esque. lovely in word, image, mood and " feel".
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