Three bring a funeral
I walked through evanescent ashes,
A fog of dust raising.
Trust in a forlorn error of heart.
Derelicted my soft wishes.
Betrayal was the crow’s call.
I walked through evanescent ashes,
A fog of dust raising.
Trust in a forlorn error of heart.
Derelicted my soft wishes.
Betrayal was the crow’s call.
