Black walls to include the prison of alabaster shell
Solid, complete, to seal with cracked ambitions, sold dreams
and paste.
Atop a wall of your world, your making; an egg of humpty dumpty
where kings and queens lead pawns astray
placing monsters in their place.
Inside my world, one blackened tomb void of stray hopes or play
and falling even, ever so, ever been, ever will be…
alone with my flame.
Robin Lipinski 