Lost in the night of no return,
Searching for a destination,
As yet unknown,
Willing a guide to appear,
Knowledgeable and wise
In the ways of the night.
Lashed by liquid whips,
Hurled by angry gods,
I run headlong to the light,
Stumbling along the way,
Until at last I fall,
Unheeded and unheard in the darkness.
About the Author: Rose Butterfly may be contacted at rosebutterfly_0@hotmail.com.
inception
an online zine inspired by storm constantine