Monday, January 3, 2011

The Spectre, a Poem by Claudio Oswald Niedworok

The Spectre

Oh, restless wanderer who leaves no tread,
when was the moment of your dread?
What fearful symmetry undone
became your arrow in the sun?
Why does your spirit not depart
these injuries you took to heart?
And why, oh why, do you still roam
these withered lands you once called home?

       Claudio Oswald Niedworok
Master Storyteller and Author
http://www.claudioarts.com/

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