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A King's Ransom
It wasn’t thorns, nor was knives
That drew blood from my head.
Nor the curse of a thousand lives
That I have walked through dead.
Wasn’t the weight of iron drums,
Nor blemished gloriole,
But just a whisper Silence thrums,
Read from a darkened scroll.
Deep winds rush through, strength in design,
To grant lost hope a burst.
The passion burns as turpentine,
But cannot slake this thirst.
Beneath the dim lit lover’s moon
I charge the fields of snow.
The love-lies-bleeding aptly strewn
Across my walk of woe.
The castle there, before me now,
I feel it is my call.
Though know I will not humbly bow,
Traipsing this somber hall.
Crushed velvets roll the marbled gods
Who pay me witness here;
Crease alongside the unseen nods
That I might disappear.
The price been paid I bear the weight,
Without a choice to make.
Decisions, payable to fate
Ever mine to forsake.
I cross the threshold, weak an wan
All eyes turned in on me…
Announcement read from parchment drawn:
The blind man comes to see.
As there she stands, my soul’s delight,
Bearing rewards for quest;
Asparkle this crisp woven night…
I’ve come at her behest.
A scepter, that of fool or king;
Powerless to control…
A dark stone placed in tarnished ring,
And the crown that broke my soul.
7/03/2015
Published 12th Jul 2015
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12th Jul 2015 11:45pm
Can only go with, challenge well-met here, my love. You know well how much I adore this one!
"Beneath the dim lit lover’s moon
I charge the fields of snow.
The love-lies-bleeding aptly strewn
Across my walk of woe."
~gorgeous color burst(yep, saw dark reds) & emotion-rush..
"The passion burns as turpentine,
But cannot slake this thirst."
~Soo *not thinkin' fried chicken/turpentine.. *lmsao
Very much one of my favs, beyond admirable
quest & bequeathed breakage.
A-mazin you w/ high word-flavor.
*kisses on you my dark~dream ;)
everloves & ur ~T
"Beneath the dim lit lover’s moon
I charge the fields of snow.
The love-lies-bleeding aptly strewn
Across my walk of woe."
~gorgeous color burst(yep, saw dark reds) & emotion-rush..
"The passion burns as turpentine,
But cannot slake this thirst."
~Soo *not thinkin' fried chicken/turpentine.. *lmsao
Very much one of my favs, beyond admirable
quest & bequeathed breakage.
A-mazin you w/ high word-flavor.
*kisses on you my dark~dream ;)
everloves & ur ~T
Were beautiful challenge lines you gave me love. practically wrote the story themselves. Thank you for your beautiful reply... you are so my shiny dream love, as well.
*kisses
Michael
*kisses
Michael
