Rogue's voice echoes

a cave that whispers back all the memories, footprints, skin grazing skin until there is a tiny blood forming on this needle like hole, so many decades flash by and Sharon sighs as she sees the gloomy face of the knight, who was once so very spirited in his beliefs! ah yes, life can do that to anyone, for the edges, the edges are where no one peers long forgotten places and the fat plum is tasty on everyone's mouth, how tender the flesh, till the juice pours down sweaty chins and the cries of children are layering all over the adult face, of yesterday gone.