It feel as if there is a light
that is burning within my soul
How can there be something so bright
when the darkness seems so whole
Streams flow
washing down
from my sore crimson eyes
Crashing sounds
of ruin
destruction heralds forth
Sins are wrought
from all
of your crimes and lies
I beg for forgiveness' gift,
each single night of my life
Shall my retribution be swift,
shall it be wrought with strife?
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Mar 14th 2005
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Wrote this up as I went along just now. That's usually how some of my better things work. If I think about it too much, I overdo it and it looks weird. Basically a Baldur-oriented one.
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Doodlibop Says:
nice poem and pic!
ame Says:
...beautiful poetry. ...just. beautiful.