Web Of Tangled Emotions

Web of tangled Emotions Piano that plays And rings Without hands on it Yet The emotions are Triggered to and fro Into the bath of evolutive Mixtures: Shifting Rattling Genesis of Evolving From the civilization of the Cemeteries To the civilization of plane Immortality. Come! Come! Spirits that buzz Around As the night turns And goes Come! Come! You need the Dawn? You will not find here In the very depth of Night You will not see her Smile Feel her warm breath But instead Feel the creepy hands of Frost: Both civilization be The wisdom of the earth It stood The wizardry of the blue Heavens Laden with the muffins of the Dark They called us; I heard them; And the more they called I sped away; They called more; All circular. All of a circle. I felt the creepy hands Of winter’s seasons Near I felt obliging night And frost of red Noses red, eyes red, Coughing red, I heard I heard The paces of the Night On chill and asphalt.