Serenade

Now that everything has been poured out and lies wriggling its way into a slow death on marble floors in sterile sunlight ,maybe now you could rosin up your bow and play for us in the shadows of the tall artificial trees that stand forever green and clean dusted as they are by the minions of this castle this fortress this tomb.

8675309

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s