Fog and gold,dust and despair
Empty promises permeate the air
Darkness descends swiftly over the nightscape
Undead,hanging by a thread to this time
Vital forces resurrect a faint beating of will
Enough to ascend the shimmering haze
Clinging to every damp pore,
Overcome with lassitude.
A deadly darkness
Beckons so sweetly.
A lover's bouquet wafts
A mist clad violet scent
A penny
For your thoughts
And a pound
For mine.
