Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Before

Long before you took out the dagger
You were a child
Who flew to a blue sky
Walked on the white clouds

 You loved all the colours
And a worldful of wonders

Life was a song
On a night with the moon

But
The green hide the blood
Like the sea never told you of deaths
You saw how your father lost the battle
And the price of fresh air so high

So you took the dagger
You butchered a child
That child was you

My friend you were not the ghost  before