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Harvest (third of seven)
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Harvest (third of seven) |
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Lethe Junior Member
since 2001-04-10
Posts 36Blackforrest |
HARVEST Stay with me awhile Rise above the vile Name my final rest Poured into my chest Pledge yourself to me Never leave me be Sweat breaks on my brow Given time ends now Spirit painted sin Embers neath my skin Veiled in pale embrace Reached and touched my face Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead Halo of death, all I see is departure Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr |
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Immortal Beloved Junior Member
since 2001-10-17
Posts 42the carpathians |
"Spirit painted sin Embers neath my skin Veiled in pale embrace Reached and touched my face " so very beautiful and haunting this work is,you have my complete appreciation,this one goes to the library!! ammelid Fere libenter homines id quod volunt credunt~Julius Caesar |
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