No Remorse

Clouds of doom
and dark of night,
fightened mind
in hopeless flight;
a loveless kiss
a lie so fair,
and frantic wings
still beat the air.

A twisting wind,
a storm that blinds,
the lightening flashes
with sharpening tines.

A dying word,
a soundless cry,
does someone know
why dreams must die?

One man knows,
why minds are black
I cried for love,
he turned his back.