Pretty, but aloof

All the glass hammers
and Devil's advocates
and all those voices
between the threads
of that noose
around your neck.
Pretty, but aloof,
she watches through
windows
As he kills
all her white horses
in the cold black night
The evil winds chase him away
Sorrow Swallows her whole
all she knows of...
dreaming on Maple Street
where The Sirens sing
of murder.
I'm stuck in a world
you can not see.

Raven Rogers
12/10/04.
Lake Tahoe, CA.