Open Poetry #1 |
Philosophy of a Reflection |
DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
We hold the key to Astrophel, the nightmare's ride our darkest thoughts entomb. The bell of our madness doth toll, calling Death like a stillborn child from the womb The lock of our souls entwining, we unlock the tomb when our life doth wane. The bell's echoes are declining, bequeathing our life's madness to the sane. ©1985 DreamEvil ------------------ Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities. [This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 11-13-1999).] |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
I love the last line. It reverberates through my thoughts. --Kess ------------------ You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end. |
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