A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Weird Sister
You can’t take my eyes from me
Across the lines
Blurring together into fathomless fog
I want to guide myself by sense of touch
By taste of tongue
By ripples of motion in the bleakness
There comes a time when all must trade their visions of the future
For darkness of the heart
And it encompasses us
Until all are one.
paullang.blog 