Posted on February 1, 1986 by Nik

1 minute readThe Wild spirit of Lakeview

Percussive rain, drives hard and fast
Against the cold, window glass,
As hostile winds, howl through
The deserted buildings, at Lakeview.
So desolate, this place, in the night
Bearing under winter’s blight

And through the day, such animation
As Ilka and Karina, in confrontation.
Conflict of ego in angry conceit…
Oh, a peaceable place this would be,
Though tortured by so much fury

Sweet tempered souls, Impassioned animal spirit,
Oh, wild winter,
Where is your love hiding?