The night roared <br />With a surreptitious enmity. <br />I am cajoled into <br />Beautiful tapestries - <br />I am a maudlin. <br />I am acquiescent, <br />Take it lightly with the shards <br />Of glass. <br /> <br />This cold blue stares at me <br />With its uncouth eyes as if <br />Talking to me with <br />A shrilling, resolute voice: <br /> <br />The only terrible thing in this <br />Void is that when you believe, <br />You have signed a contract <br />With death.<br /><br />Windsor Guadalupe Jr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-blue/
