The Count of Earlsby By Shep

The shadow falls Upon the wine glass in his hand The stones in his throat Cast no prejudice Alone he sits Cold but calm On a baron land And his mind wanders To the question he ponders Is there more than this? He takes a sip Feels the bitter taste slide down deep The passion he once felt Slumps lifeless on the ground All those coats of arms And tartan jewelleries Seem so cheap One sip more Then he would go To the place without sound

The contours flow Around his eyes forming rivers of tears The Countess had flown Taking his heart away It still felt new To him, the pain Though she had been gone now two years His head falls down With his crimpled frown For the fairy tale he hoped would stay

Copyright © 2006  Shep

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