Sweet Song

//Sweet Song

Sweet Song

These soft
almost silent
swift winds
carry carols
the fatal
calling card

Death kisses
sweetest
treats all
chocolate covered
candies
inexplicably
inescapable

so when
the whisper
comes calling
the strangers
confectionary
penitentiary
an infinitely
dark embrace
a place
of infinite grace
awaits

By | 2009-03-11T15:52:04+00:00 March 11th, 2009|Journal|Comments Off on Sweet Song