Comments about Anthony Di'anno
To The Rattle
Contained, nay confined, within the walls of this leathery heart of mine wrestles a love divine.
A nemesis that thunders around my bower.
Seeping through the crack where rhyme fails to connect with reason. It yearns.
Oh how it yearns to be free of this prison it so despises.
It bleeds such a sorrowful song along the haunted corridors where mawkish crows enter into noisy debate with careful doves.
It pumps my heart.