I hear your voice upon the wind, <br />so I enter the ebony castle <br />of nights cruel making, <br />awash with sky lights <br />guiding my steps. <br /> <br />Alas - lies have been whispered <br />on the breeze of cruel humour, <br />I find my feet burried <br />in cold tears of truth.... <br />there never was you. <br /> <br />16/11/08<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-s-humour/
