Another Heart

Haunted by your beauty crushed by your innocence masquerade in foolishness. You dance upon the grave that is not yet dug as your feet so gladly tread upon another heart that died in such torment.

Standing before the hosts of darkest night you call to your virtue concealed by the desires of a lost tomorrow, you summon to your side the dreams of an un-lived yesterday.

As the unspoken words cry out for sympathy, still is the cold air that surrounds them. Who can utter their hollow sound and taste their true bitterness?

Heavy clouds fall to ground to hide your despair, shield your face from the soft light of dawn. The cold frost belongs to the night but lingers around your feet as the cruel hands of darkness wish not to let you go.