The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Oct 27, 2004
Never
In a hollow darken'd grove,
where the birds of never
play their tuneless song.
From purple dusk to orange dawn,
amongst the shadows
Rich and thin.
I'll see my other half flitting
against the burning candles
of never there.
I am countless lost.
I am feverish few.
What my words will sometimes say,
but never do.
And on beating wings,
comes a whisper
Never say never.