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- - - EDGE OF DOOM - - -
We exist as creatures of the night
To feed upon your innocent痴 plight
The shadows linger, beautifully
When the hunger was taken from me
I知 afraid of losing her in time
And I値l never wait for our paradise
Who doth stand at the edge of doom?
Is it a spectre at the feast?
Who doth stand idle in their doom?
Or is it so, my beauty beast?
Gleeful flames dance for the burning man
As we drink from the righteous and damned
The vespers linger, tragically
When that true love was taken from me
I知 afraid of losing her to graves
And I値l never wait in daylight today
Who doth stand at the edge of doom?
When poor Lazarus fails to rise?
Who doth stand idle in their doom?
Who spies the lies when ravens spy?
She left a scar upon my lips
Once sealed with a final kiss
The taste of blood and musty graves
She sung me a graveyard serenade
I知 afraid she値l burn inside the light
And I値l never wait for another night
Who doth stand at the edge of doom?
Is it a spectre at the feast?
Who doth stand idle in their doom?
Or is it so, my beauty beast?
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 25th Jan 2016
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Anonymous
25th Jan 2016 7:20pm
'Who doth stand at the edge of doom?
Is it a spectre at the feast?
Who doth stand idle in their doom?
Or is it so, my beauty beast?'
. . .*fantastic!*
Is it a spectre at the feast?
Who doth stand idle in their doom?
Or is it so, my beauty beast?'
. . .*fantastic!*
25th Jan 2016 10:26pm
Anonymous
- Edited 25th Sep 2020 3:45am
25th Jan 2016 9:19pm
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25th Jan 2016 10:27pm
