Life travels along,
a deep vine,
that travels well,
inside a crawling
cave,
from which my soul,
it's forever
drained,
from which my
sorrows,
she quenches my
thirst,
in mourning,
transfixed throughts my
veins,
defeating dreams, covered in
layers of gold,
purples blues and reds,
navigating in darkened,
victories,
all
desecrated by pain, and
death...
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005