Whispers – ~the prancing pony

by Jun 10, 2004Poetry

Hear the whispers filling the room
Dwells in darkness, disloyalty
No conscience here

Dark inhabitants fill the corners
They live in gloom
Filling their bellies
Spending and wasting

Some lowly characters appear
They cower and shuffle
Faces hidden, secrets unknown

They sit and even enjoy
Cautiousness, is about their number
Afraid, weary and troubled
Dark secrets dwell in their hearts

Hear the whispers filling the room
Dwells in darkness, disloyalty
No conscience here


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