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THE GRAVE

Golden wings take flight
In the springs of light
Silver stars shining
Upon their lining

In a breath of the cold
I took the road above night's ceiling
Above the sky I rode
The sun gave fire to my stallion
Time withdrew it's hold
Gazing at the clouds below
Like a songbird
Too far away to be heard

Haunted with a hollow shell
Held captive inside
A shrine in the shadow fell
Left it's jaded hide

I am the thoughts of the eldest
I am the face of the seasons gone
I am the ears of the forest
I am the voice in the heathen's tongue
You left a rose on my grave
Withering every day
One for your darkest hope
Held breath now escapes
I am the heart that beseeches
I am the soul that is frozen still
I am the mind's eye that leeches
I am the part of you that lingers still
I promised you I'd stay
Then was swept away
Clung to the branches of yesterday
Grown inside, your deepest hole
Inside me

Held in hypnotic trance
Last movements behind
Stole from her one glance
As opportunity smiled

And she ran away
As if the gust carried her feet
Gone from my life
In this lonely, unkempt street

I promised her I'd stay
Why then, her back turned away?
Left no trace to track down
Not one strand of hair
No more questions inside
All scars coming clean
Home no longer alive
As I left this place

The dust had risen again
Carry me back to death