Saturday, January 9th, 2010
Camlann
Illusions are all you would bring me,
to squander, there, at my feet.
Lies are how I would repay you,
stolen words and subtle deceit.
A dangerous game we’ve been playing,
on the bridges where faultlines meet.
Camlann
Illusions are all you would bring me,
to squander, there, at my feet.
Lies are how I would repay you,
stolen words and subtle deceit.
A dangerous game we’ve been playing,
on the bridges where faultlines meet.