The symphony of shadows,
midnight music I've composed...

Silenc'd, by dreary skies of Love's night,
wander, bewildered, in galleries of moonlight...

Foot in mouth,
stepped on glass...

Bitter sweet,
like the cowering scent of decay...

I'm in the shadow of a hand
caressing the chalk frame...

***I really, really did not have a better title...
So....the title's crap, but the poem might...

I pondered,
o'er dearest Abigail...

... on shores of passion - the shores of deserts...
in woe...

From your promiscuous eyes,
Can you see the storm getting closer...

Lick off all the leeches
drowning in diluted skin...

Tipping, and sipping,
goblets of cyanide (an agonizing ride...

Where the kings once faltered
and hail...