Twilights Lone Companion
F J McCarthy on Nov 30, 2009
A prelude to a story.
Barely scratched this heart of mine.
Like polished granite dulled by time.
Hard and black with speckled flecks.
A cold stone island strewn with wrecks.
A fortress tower strong and old.
No shelter from the icy cold.
A lonely monolith no warmth to find.
Barely scratched this heart of mine.
Echos play down these halls of stone
It is just the wind in the catacombs.
Pale ghosts of winter chill my bones.
Remind me that I’m still alone.
So many lost to times cruel hand.
This single rock is left to stand
Eternal vigil without sleep.
So cold inside no tears to weep.
Immortal creature outside time.
Barely scratched this heart of mine.
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