Painting - Digital Oils
Copyright 2014 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
A single note vibrating in the night,
A string plucked by a spectral hand unseen
Reverberates, a wildfire flaming bright
That wakens grief no tears can contravene.
All thought of you long-buried, I believed,
In that same grave where hope lies deep entombed.
Ah, but I was the ever more deceived,
Not realizing both could be exhumed.
Now wakeful in the gloom of midnight's grip,
Behind my eyes unfolds the masquerade.
What I thought love a game writ in your script,
All well-devised and masterfully played.
Play not again, pluck not another string,
But silent be, oh hand of heartbreak's sting.
~ copyright 2014 RC deWinter
June 23rd, 2014
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