Eternal Secrets

Sat on this wooden floor

cold and empty here

a single candle gives light

for this a place of fear

ragged cloth draped over me

the only warmth I feel

huddled close to the flame

a scene that`s so surreal

there`s darkness through the window

a blood moon shines bright

screech of an owl is heard

as I sit here through the night

sat in this empty space
I await for my demise
unsure what will occur,
but with me the secret dies..!


Heroism and true values.......!

© Lis Bull 2014