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One last dance...
As the wind wails and sails i cry,
Her rations of love and lust ran dry,
And the silent moon whispers no hope
To the dark and troubled, crushing sky.
Before death's inviting bed is set,
And before my maker's mind is met,
I'll dance once more in my lucid dreams,
Tugging at the seams, of her perfect blinding silhouette.
Her doves of mercy never shadowed my eyes
In the fields of her lies, her fabled kiss i so want to miss,
Never flew to my lips like the hummingbird flies.
All that is left to be pleasured is death,
All that is left to be treasured is breath,
And she that was once so close to my heart,
Will soon have her curtains of guilt pulled apart.
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Her rations of love and lust ran dry,
And the silent moon whispers no hope
To the dark and troubled, crushing sky.
Before death's inviting bed is set,
And before my maker's mind is met,
I'll dance once more in my lucid dreams,
Tugging at the seams, of her perfect blinding silhouette.
Her doves of mercy never shadowed my eyes
In the fields of her lies, her fabled kiss i so want to miss,
Never flew to my lips like the hummingbird flies.
All that is left to be pleasured is death,
All that is left to be treasured is breath,
And she that was once so close to my heart,
Will soon have her curtains of guilt pulled apart.
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Published 26th Oct 2009
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