Dark wings descending
From her shoulders...
In the middle of the night she woke up,
She looked out the window, past the black sky...
Tales of roaring dragons,
sea monsters and other fantastical beasts...
Broken and bruised
yet loved to death...
I watch the moon again
The moon gazes at me...
Darkness sinks into the waters,
Its taken all my sons and daughters...
Woken up by what I can not say
fingers of rain tap softly at my window pane...
Water drip dropping from roof to earth,
Fire blowing wildly in the hearth...
Steps of condemnation
Pushing open the rusted Iron Gate...
The path of separation
Echoes of grandeur sound upon my throne...
London - my salvation?
I leave the cafe and make my way back...
Cafe of contemplation
Swirling the blackness, provoking thought pools...