Thursday, May 03, 2007


Tables turned in quick succession
Crashing weight upon glass floors
Splintering everything in their way

Hades opens gates of anger
Pointing fingers with a fiery strike
Casting all illusion from dust back to dust

Clinking glass on stone like the devil’s music
Neither love nor hate could quench heaven’s ire
For it was too late
And we watch agape

PoP © 14 March 07

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