A troubled troubadour,
Tormented by filthy pleasing things.
He set out to reclaim his rightful throne.
Trilby, his crown,
Epiphone, his scepter,
London, his home.
Stuck in the shambles during infancy.
One last show as a dire escape from the rock underworld.
Copyright © 2009
Welcome
First of all, welcome to my brand new poetry blog "Words from the Wind". I am delighted that you took the time to read my poetry. I will have you know that sometime in the near-future I will be forming "Words from the Wind" into a website instead of as a blog so that it will include my personal poetry collections, as well as other poets that would like to post their works as well, that you will be able to rate and critique.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
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