When the dialogue stops <br />there will be a royal bleed. <br /> <br />I had not come to the <br />terms of slaughter. <br /> <br />Wanted now, to manage <br />the anguish incontinent. <br /> <br />Can you find some space in <br />waiting, for the hangman? <br /> <br />Footprints and invisible faces. <br />Somewhere a hope lives in amber. <br /> <br />Trapped light, in wintery dark, <br />will stop a seed to play the nocturne.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-hope-3/
