Alco-tross, a place deep within, <br />steel harden sticks containing, <br />the room to which entrance forbidden, <br />a forbearing darkness of unmeasured, <br />holding, one beat, one thought, one truth. <br /> <br />Alco-tross, a place of personal hell, <br />distractions force of many a demise, <br />a parting pit of demonic dance, <br />a ferocious roar of angers lace, <br />ingenuous injustice built its' walls <br /> <br />Alco-tross, deepest darkness' doom <br />adorned with regret of fault, <br />barring torch of fabled folly, <br />plagued deep with duties torture <br />has fallen into thine hands of grace. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />14/10/06/gjw...<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alco-tross/
