The poet
A silent oath
Words that rest
Beneath his cloak
Scattered pages
Some that bleed
The passion spilled
A lonely dream.
The dark road
At nightmares end
Filled with phrases
Their voices send
Melody filled
Vibrating sweet
The foreboding figure
Upon an unknown street.
It is true
The oath is screamed
Mouthed in silence
Upon its knees
Its heavy burden
Its dark ring eyes
Its fallen idol
Dies in sighs.