The Path Of Blood And Time Poem by Sharron Stephenson

To feel the sword through the blodd of a
Coiled heart
The pain ofbroken tear down the eye
Of a thunder storm

Icy words sting across the plain lips
Pull the cord of fact or fiction
Narrate the floors of pills and dreams
Fingers talk aloud the arms around as
Tight as the days peersthrough the
Blind winds of life

The gated picture of colours and love
Take control of the leading road
Which walks the danger path of
Promises and death

The race of the hands
A maze of time