The Dark Glade

Posted on August 8, 2013 by Helen

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[30/52] Annabelle (Photo credit: Davi Ozolin)

This dark glade
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

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6 Responses to The Dark Glade

  1. Brenda Davis Harsham's avatar Brenda says:
    August 8, 2013 at 8:29 pm

    Your dark glade sounds like a place to lose one’s heart. Powerful images and words.

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  2. Brian Hughes's avatar Brian Hughes says:
    August 8, 2013 at 10:45 pm

    “This dark glade
    Where lovers meet in secret…”

    In Britain they call it dogging.

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  3. Happy Little Blog's avatar Roxi St. Clair says:
    August 10, 2013 at 1:29 pm

    Deliciously dark my dear Sis xxx

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