Fate and the Devil conspire, its
In the darkness.....
Where erstwhile,
lost.... in the mists, that shroud, memories.
My hands, once dripped...with blood.
I sought solace, within a grain.
And drank, to find oblivion!
But found no peace, in the realms, of man.
I raise a glass, to lost souls.
For once ......
I was, the messenger.
Of
death.
Giajl © Jim Love