Be warned…

THE MOOR

Stuck in this dance I cannot win

The Moor keeps pulling me down

Deeper and deeper I’m being sucked in

As my feet can no longer touch ground

 

Breathlessly and in vane I strive

As flying demons circle above

Never oh never this way should one die

Had I only more time to love

 

Urgency screaming inside my head

An answer to cries never comes

Steadily sinking, sinking, sinking

My heartbeat becomes a drum

 

Rhythm unfolded, unsheathed, unclad

Naked my fear weaves before me

A panic of tears of sorrow is sown

Now broken the beast drawing near me

 

Subsiding the beating no longer the ringing

So sweet the euphorian wings

Swoop down upon me enveloped my rapture

The Moor has decided this thing

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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