Archive for May 2012
Sultan of Ruth
You fit me almost
Just by the tone, (I'll forget it)
And I’ll play deaf
So no voice may touch me.
Keep words in the ice
The frozen dwarfs, (I'll object it)
And I'll play mute
So you can't hear me.
Leave it for the end
When I'm not around, (I'll defend it)
And I'll play blind
So no pain may move me.
What rites your temper that I should solve,
What else is left in your cave,
That serves you swell
Almost good as a grave?
