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Mad-eye Drift
Macabre mirage steals forth
to find a wounded prince,
Begging the last chalice-
The one? ..of innocence.
Incubus on barren plains,
I seethe to see you there,
upon my alter, still as stone
for further wear and tear.
Creeping low in shadow's blaze-
I falter for the sign,
Of senses stealing in the night-
If I were so inclined
Mad-eye drift, I plunge in fast
to meet cold lids in gaze,
Bowing head, I mock you now-
false in all my praise..
Shreds of sin fly skyward down
as I, soft bed of blend,
Forward march to corner pain
syndication of my kin..
Kneeling slow to feed the glow,
a temptation-wary cringe..
I relish now, forte of you
my crumpled shell of prince.
to find a wounded prince,
Begging the last chalice-
The one? ..of innocence.
Incubus on barren plains,
I seethe to see you there,
upon my alter, still as stone
for further wear and tear.
Creeping low in shadow's blaze-
I falter for the sign,
Of senses stealing in the night-
If I were so inclined
Mad-eye drift, I plunge in fast
to meet cold lids in gaze,
Bowing head, I mock you now-
false in all my praise..
Shreds of sin fly skyward down
as I, soft bed of blend,
Forward march to corner pain
syndication of my kin..
Kneeling slow to feed the glow,
a temptation-wary cringe..
I relish now, forte of you
my crumpled shell of prince.
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