“what dreams may come”/“Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come”
in my dreams–
I am time ravaged ‘n sore,
reeking of vice ‘n long past leathered.
hand laid rest on the brow of some blue-eyed husky.
scrawlin’ out madness in diction.
anything to drown out the snow-fall silence of the night.
candle sputter ‘n tired
time ravaged ‘n sore,
long past leathered.
“when it will come.”
