Memory fails him
He embarked on his flight
so long and tearful through the night
In a cottage high up in the hill
his shadow draped over a window sill
New land clutching new promise,
- or maybe broken dream,
who are we to judge,
what new may seem.
He has left demon to burn,
in pits of desire,
how long before
shadow melts in the fire....
n.e.v.e.r.
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