Words of beauty words of grace
I feel a duty to yield with haste
Words you impart from the depth of your heart
Words so sharp they prep to start
Urge to start something so wrong
Served from the heart these words are so strong
So strong they shatter what matters in life
They long they natter mad hatters delight
In the night in the darkness most dreams are started
In the light discarded most dreams seem arduous
From free hearts now slaves mad hatters are made
When dreams held grave get caught in the shade.

© Daniel Breslin