Saturday, September 21, 2013

Third Stanza of a Love Cycle

I thought us safe within my walls,
The windows shuttered, door secured.
I thought the hunters left the woods,
Traps felled to ruin, for want of prey.
I thought the fire of love would mend,
But shadows lurk where there is light.

I could not keep them from your eyes
Nor burn so bright to smite them whole
And so the home my heart had made
Was once again a house no more.

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