The boatman rose to the sound of his heartbeat. Loud in the silent approach of the dawn. He glanced through the window at mist on the lake. Which hung like a shroud in the still of the morn.
The village square stands quiet. The curfew still enforced. The streets are even clear of dogs and whores. . Like some evil bird of prey. The scaffold spreads its wings.
My ship sails in. On a cloud of broken promises. It's just not true. Not a single word she says. Time will tell. Whether I can change my ways. It might take years.
The dancing flames grow low. Burning embers start to glow. Pictures soon will fade. Pictures that the flames have made. Your hazy wistful face. Suddenly is gone without a trace..
My ship sails in. On a cloud of broken promises. It's just not true. Not a single word she says. Time will tell. Whether I can change my ways. It might take years.