This Night

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, July 13, 2009 0 comments


Unto the traits of this night I perceive
Such things though fair and withered all the while
Within the depth where I crowned all I've seen
As fate that brought itself to take my smile

Oh, I had been a burden to this life
Kept deep in slumber but awoke by those
Who had a single chance to end my strife
But tasking their deception to my soul

Once broken in my spirit I refrained
From all the foul and lived in solitude
So long as this may be a hopeless aim
I'll long to leave it all and bid adieu

Posted by Robert Anderson at Monday, July 13, 2009
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