Black Canvas
Posted to Poetry
by OctoberOrigin on 2002-02-10 06:39:00
Broken window
Old woman
The glass fell
Someone stepped
Out of place
Muted by passion
Enraged by silence
Distant crying
The river runs red
While the sky fades
To black with
Ominous and cruel desire
The final coming
By eerie oak
Stands death
No presence
Black aura with
Chill in air
Flowing fear
Faint voice of
Music
The artist waits
As I become
His masterpiece
