My Reticent Queen

She speaks a tongue
Writhe in vacancy
Oh, sweet silence
How she sings to me
My sweet reticent queen
Hollow yet replete
Cloaked in the shade she wore...

Her wisdom is profound
Her voice tastes of a treat
Though she cannot make a sound
And she only speaks
Only to me...

Shadows stirred in the gloom
I caught her when she fell
Her whispers fill the room
Oh, but from her tone
One candle burned against the dark
And there I sat alone
It was only me...
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1 Response Nov 29, 2012

good:) i like this one to...<3