UKArchive ID: 30178Fitbin
Originally published on April 19, 2013 in Poetry
The sinister web, whispers into my fleeting dreams....please read this and see what you think
The faint, white echoes of a tired, old lyre,
haunting like cold and endarkened fire.
Spoke to me with broken-down voices,
about lonely promises and failed choices.
Hollow thoughts dance on an unmarked grave,
damning me forever, too accursed to save.
Until a virgin light, unveils truth to heathen fears,
salvation is redeemed, by the song of warm tears.
Archived comments for The Liar
Andrea on 20-04-2013
Enjoyed it, Fit, and nice to see you posting again!
Hi there, many thanks.... where does the time go? It's been too long, but it's nice to be back
Savvi on 21-04-2013
I really enjoyed this, the images you paint and the word choices. Thanks S
Thanks Savvi, I'm quite happy with it..... Although I stated trying to fit too much per line.... Cheers