Down The Ward -------------------------------------------
Devious
In sanctum she glides
Twisting through the corridors
The pitter patter of blood echoes on her mind
Quaint little girl
Dance with me here in this place
Tampered with between the sheets
She forgets what she does not need
Memories lost
Dance with me once more
this poem is beautiful. perfect. i just wish there was more to it but i think that is the best sighn of a great poem....when the readers want more..... very good read...