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Third Libra
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since 2003-08-10

Posts 125
South Carolina

0 posted 2003-08-10 05:49 PM

At night, we sleep and dream of never-ending tales
of the heart wrapped in red paint, and black souls.
May it be our souls so black and hatred fed.
Within our slumber we are helpless and the living dead.

But as our second lives are lived within our sleep,
the sky becomes broken apart and demons rain.
They lurk behind the skin of our shadows and crawl under our covers,
to crave for our hearts, and mind; Pandora’s box for lovers.

Though, despite all the evil in bed with our paralyzed shells,
the darkest of all ghosts and of the damned soon shall beheld.
An ancient seductress looms over our souls
from the moon and stars of old.

Of classic, universal beauty and of a siren’s voice and soul was she.
The human race granted her their trust, and soon they fall into dark intimacy.
Easefully a vicious sultriness; so wicked and nefarious was she.
She held their very being in the grasp of her vampiric beauty.

Never did the blind eyes of man see her skin laced
by anything but that of sweet gossamer.
The wondrous muted evening light shone upon her
in that of dreams and loved her.
Her spirit was embed even in that of Nefertari.

At night, as we sleep and dream of never-ending tales
of the heart wrapped in red paint, and black souls,
her shadow stretches across our very beings.
That infinite void scorches our souls,
and torture our minds to her fancy.

We will die
and in doing so, judgment ends that day.

As death fell from the sky,
she ate upon our untold shattered dreams
and watched as the marbled columns that rose into the sky,
were destroyed and sadly fell to the ground already bleeding.

So pitiful were the fools of the Earth, screaming.
No mercy was that of a present for mankind.
Instead, the demons continued slithering
into that of our spirits and ate until we died.

With bleeding eyes and ripped tongues, the three Libras fell from the heavens,
and eleven damned souls of kings rose from the bleeding ground, now given way.
Precious mankind continued to die,
even as the worthless monsters, and we,
were stabbed by the sun’s razor-like brilliance.

Upon her tongue,
the story of the end of time continued to unravel.
The deep shadows and brilliant highlights uncovered.

Fragile-like;
the finale was held in her hands, still fading.
Still fading.

Match
Member

since 2002-07-01

Posts 286
Canada Edmonton

1 posted 2003-08-10 08:10 PM

Welcome,
i'd say this is a good first post. I liked your poem it was a little long for me but that is just my opinion anyways it was enjoyed anyways,

-ash

I wear my crown of thorns
on my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair

SharaRose
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since 2003-07-19

Posts 2501
Somewhere out there~

2 posted 2003-08-10 10:16 PM

WOW Third Libra--this is a scary epic, but I love stories!

SharaRose @-->--

Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer!

Kaoru

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since 2003-06-07

Posts 3892
where the wild flowers grow

3 posted 2003-08-11 06:15 PM

WONDERFUL first post!

WELCOME TO PIP!

22NICK22
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since 2003-05-29

Posts 54

4 posted 2003-08-11 07:08 PM

what were you on when you wrote this?

Third Libra
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since 2003-08-10

Posts 125
South Carolina

5 posted 2003-08-11 08:00 PM

I dunno what I was on when I wrote this (hehe). Thanks though. And thanks for taken the time to read this long write. I dunno, most of my stuff are this long. Just the way I write. Thanks again, guys (and girls). I'll try to make them a little shorter.

Love is only an excuse to hurt and to get hurt... Knowledge brings ye fear.

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