©2021 Michael Raven
steel pierce the silence hooks and drawn door after door closed to the hall wandering i know you are out there not painted in faces and masked distractions why these games with fingers laced and hidden? recognition in shadows like forks stabbing north under tablecloth tents wraiths fading summer here comes the winter without that promised fire skeleton key me twist children's songs haunt from the greying mists i thought i saw you lips like blood wine painted i thought i heard you in the battlefield gift

Well written, Michael.
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