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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Widow's Kiss
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 |