Mortal glass
Verbal spirals of mis communication
In a tornado of rage
picking up and leaping
from the dark page
ferry of the night
between the two
With angers bite
neither had a clue
Tantrac symbols upon the broken glass
Laying in shimmers
to the ground it smashed
Promises and vows ?
Were a curse
in the end
They thought they were more then mortal
That was the sin.
Scott Baker
