Across the lion's den
Beyond the fence
A game of chess
It's time to put to rest
Blinded by frost
What will it cost
A life at most
Time to get lost
Blind eyes
Cold as ice
A death would suffice
Give back my sight
Dripping blood
But it's odd
It was a dud
I still feel dead
Was one now two
Finally at rest
YOU ARE READING
Heart on the Moon
PoetryNothing. Just poetry. Words on a screen. Don't try and understand. Just feel it.
