автор: Crusader_

You left me hollow from within -
nothing but a worthless whisper,
a ghost that perished in the wind
a heart, in bitter sorrow twisted.

A rose in hand is how you came,
enthralled was I in disbelieving,
when all was said, in all its bane
I saw myself - a shadow leaving.

But time again had proven wise
a sound of whisper–now a roar,
of man who chose to not demise -
instead he claimed the maul of

                                      Thor

As now I stand - alone but free,
and thunders linger at my feet,
I know again that you shall be
forever roaming – incomplete.


Цветелин Лисаев 23.03.2008