Thursday 25 February 2016

A Midsummer Night's Scream

All alone in the darkness they had all but each other,
Considering what notions might have to be parted.

Still we are not quite sure what could be done,
She proclaimed very loudly from afar.

Look at her sense of pride fall into a sweet demise,
As the mighty major creates the falling failure.

Each word like a dagger into the heart,
Considering each other for another.

The major yells while the soldier's shake,
A sense of fear born out of love.

Still quite doubtful of the sense of substance,
Each lay crying alone in darkness,
Keeping a sense of blame deep inside.