Sunday, March 15, 2009

I wish to enter the deep forest
envelope me in green fire that rises with the mist
The last knight stands amidst the birthday
of an old whore
An old flame stands by watching
as his favorite opera is played out
Deny the cold air
for tonight I will be visited by a memory
An apparition, a dream in the parody

Will you recall my name
on a quiet golden afternoon in the glade?

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