A Damned Fool (To The Night)

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, April 14, 2009 0 comments

Tis' not through righteousness for righteousness is dead
That I, by the moon left her slumbered in her bed
Into cursed night that told me so she'd heard me cry within
What builds about so righteous leaves me hollow, damned and dim
Unto a thousand ties of my breath within her soul
I've lived at disappointment that my mistress soon would go
Hold me now as I drink to leave ye here old night
No righteous man should live to learn a task of darkened plight

Posted by Robert Anderson at Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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