L'Appel du Vide

The words lay in a diary

tucked between the shelves of her mind

An ink blot sheltered the title

Kept the audience at bay

The nightmares that walked in her roots

along with that dazzling light

That light that set it all trepidation 

The blue flame in the night

Out of sight

where sharpened pens march

Side by side

Dreary in the fight

Stampeding that marble black

Sunk to the ball point

Midnight wedding dress

Where stars can't reach

Every pearl and jewel missing

Along with the grin of that crazy cat

Toppling off tower's edge

Where broken wings take flight

Roll like pins

"Smack"

Right into the middle of it

Where roses grow on concrete

Lilies drinking cyanide

Every little rhyme

He whispered....

"See

 Under

 Inside, Ma

 Cheri

 Ils n'ont pas 

 Dit

 Echec et mat"