Bête Noire

by Nevada Kerr


The volatile mole
The boarder in control
Boring through my soul
In a reverie she came
Like a melancholic bane

Pressed for time she flew
But then she soon returned
Blue devil in a panic
With little time to burn

Dismal, blurred and bleary
In the ocean but a tear
Voiceless she grew weary
Of the pain she held so dear

Full of sound and fury
Weeping night and day
A mythic love her jury
Airbuilt by the bay


Written by © Raven Drake
April 04, 2007.

Created: April 2007 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 30/4/07