Water-coloured tears drip-
rolling and weaving through crimson twilled...

hearts
are broken...

I look into a shattered mirror..
and see...

Today marks one hundred years
ago the first world war came to an end...

during
those long...

I forged a vow to my love, my lady
justice and revenge, for the woeful...

So....
Upon my return the shire...

My mind, my body, my soul,
is induced with a...

It was difficult to
seek you in the dark...

On a corner of a quiet street
a boy was lying with blood on his feet...

In the double-seat of
a carousel...

Frozen eyes glared; a chill in your stare
your mouth dry; lip balm couldn’t soften...