Sunblazed windows scatter light
Joylessly about
Impervious
To It's intentions
The Shadow stirs the air
And moves unseen across
The darkest street
Melting heat
With eyes framed
So dark
You feel them tear
Right through your heart
And the light...
The door opens a wave of sound
Cutlery and me
And Darkness' choice
Is Table Seven
As he slides across the room
Heavy is his walk
But set
Is his way
Embraced by Death
Abandoned by God
He just waits
As he hides
From the Light...
I wrote this song a long time before 7 - 7. The actual title of the song is "Wrong Time Wrong Place", which I will be performing tonight for the last time on stage ( in Twickenham ).
2 comments:
excellent poem, Eben- nogal sinister dat jy dit geskryf het voor die 7e.. wonderlik hoe jy die spanning deurgaans gehou het, soos 'n thin thread
hi Eben!! hoop dit gaan nog goed daar met julle.. suggestion- cool site waarop ek afgekom het 'genugtig', weet'ie of jy v hulle weet'ie, maar stuur miskien v jou poems? dan kry mens bietjie meer oe op jou gedigte, nogal 'n popular site reken ek (en nie so 'neusoptrekkerig' soos litnet,hehe. als vd beste. die link is natuurlik op my site, en daar's nog ene 'geruisloos'.
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