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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Widow's Kiss
2003-06-25 - 10:20 p.m.
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Envenomed angel forgotten by the white Gods Love child beholden to none Locked in the high tower of a ruthless king Tainted by the love of a darkened maiden Enchanted by the spells cast from long dead wizards Never envisioning the dawn for the sake of the nocturnal lair Enduring the nightfall with a closed eye Escaping into her own little world where cobwebs reside Too weakened and forsaken to even try to defy Watching the demons grow from the tears that she cries Wondering how long it will take for her soul to die Damn the darkness that threatens to overtake Barely alive yet welcoming the death that she knows will come Cursing the high Gods that left her to this fate Rasping out her eternal swan song Building castles and chasing rainbows, the fantasies she imagined Slowly turned to dust And she knows that an end to her journey is a must As the tears in her eyes start to rust, she turns her eyes to the heavens And calls to her pagan Goddess, sends them all to Hell A widow�s kiss that taught her not to trust

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave