Captive Poem by Patti Masterman

imagination gores the placid woman's sleeping
the rosebud curtains devoured, by her hideous dreams
an endless despair, under cover of cold darkness-
in the grey forever, god heard all her screams.

in the grave, the bones to dust are tending
elusive ash too feral, for clinging rosebush roots
one wonders if the cries will only have their ending
in some other world, where pain must remain mute.

life castles and the crowns fall only to the victors
and destiny guides, though the chained silence crawl
in malfeasance, dungeons spring like ghosts condemning
broken moonlight- that has held the heart in thrall.