Friday, March 30, 2007

queen of hearts

What strange hands in the game
Where the heart betrays the face
No more a fool in vain
But one that fell from grace

Like segues to a requiem
He waits for a change
In silent harmonies he dreams
In colors of orange

Close your eyes, close your eyes
The sun's a fire and burns its night
Lesser stars they fill the skies
More the madness more the fright

Proud willows crown the beaten brow
Refrained by murders of crows below
Cold was the heart swift was the blow
The head was bloody and yet not bowed

The queen of hearts throws her cards
Keeps her winnings counts her loss
Heals the wounds never the scars
Here's the effect, where's the cause?


Saigo

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

did you write this? or did 'Siago'?

its very profound, with a myriad of meanings raging from optimistic to plain depressing depending on your frame of mind.

if you wrote this, kudos to you.

3 potties said...

Kudos to Saigo