Tuesday, May 3, 2011

The Night Has its Magic

The Night Has its Magic


In the darkness of winter

We meet once again

In our minds the labryinths

Of the living but dead

-We share our thoughts-

Our twisted box with many a room

But even the night has its magic

In all it’s gloom

-Falling to pieces-

I’ve been there before

In fact I never left

“Never More” “Never More”

Broken mirrors line the walls

Walk the miles down the halls

Look at the fractured lives I knew

Pregnant with scares and worn out shoes

Pain becomes her

But she’ll be there for you

Forever more forever true

By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

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