Where lovers meet in secret
To play charades
How many vows are broken
And dreams betrayed
In this dark glade?
Beneath dark bows
Where leaves that fall are blackness
And are death somehow
How many strange transgressions
Will our lords allow
Beneath dark bows?
This lost road
Where dark invitations
Are the ones bestowed
How many innocent hearts
Shall grey ghosts overthrow
On this lost road?
This dark glade
Where stories of the lost now
Are so cold displayed
How many fears by talismans
Or by coin allayed
In this dark glade?
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Your dark glade sounds like a place to lose one’s heart. Powerful images and words.
Thanks so much Brenda!! 🙂 🙂
“This dark glade
Where lovers meet in secret…”
In Britain they call it dogging.
LOL! 🙂
Deliciously dark my dear Sis xxx
Thanks Roxi!! 🙂 xxx