Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These...

...the silence escaped my sweet Lullabies...

Monday, June 2, 2008

Innocent Prey

The valleys widen, and mountains grow,
The heavens have turned a silent glow.
Streams lurk, dark rivers flow,
Thunder comes prompt a-slow.

Her hands ravenous
Those lips so sharp
Hail every moment
Her lullaby harp.

As slaves turn wild
They see no harm,
Till all goes quiet,
Now spills Alarm.

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