words by dominic riccitello

to face our gods
at the end of this road
where trolls hide amongst bridges
leaving you with fools gold
i hold your hand to hold you close
feeling you like sullen blues
we view each other
as we viewed our hearts
dancing in the dark of our sleep
demons who were heavenly
with jagged ridges
empty promises
we loved with false pretense
how we thought it was harmless
to hold ourselves with darkness
a watch we couldn’t read
two beings who danced in soft sultry