She wanders in the night

she wanders in the night
across the land
searching for her memories
looking for who she is

no castle was strong enough to hold her
no city
offered enough
to keep her

she was lost in herself
she was free in herself
to forget and to wander

but no matter
how far she wandered
she still felt the fire
the ashes in her heart
the coldness of midnight

so she returned
to the broken walls
to broken windows
to flowers, guitars and shadows
intermingled
with wounds and blood and love

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012