Poet at Dusk
He sits in a corner
all cuddled in a ball.
He sings an ancient rhyme.
He looks in your eyes with fear.
A brief moment of silance.
An ancient voice rings near.
Around him a shattered wall.
As his voice gives a call.
"Watch out for that fall."
The wall tumbles down rocks
scatter all around, yet there
is no sound. He is the
Poet at dusk looking across
A fated sky and sitting
In a corner all wrapped up
not, knowing where he is
going or why time is passing by.
@ Lord_Spiritwalker
2006