Midst waves of mute dejection...crawl upon
malicious spines of dull fury...rage
burning in silence sought by my own wretched
heart...born from the ruinous passage
of
time...the truth of loss hurls its clenched fists
at the fragile strands of
abandoned
faith...You are the night...come forth in endless
rapture...you are the
night...to sheild thy
fallen crest...entangled in the scented tresses
of their
desireable women...soft graceful
eidolons of light -- if only they were more
than
fleeting ghosts...apparitions faded by
time and dust...stirring in dark fields of
rememberance where tristful scenes of long
departed loves are endlessly
portrayed...one must seize each memory with
careful hands kept hidden...and like
rare,
exotic flowers beheld by none...clutch them
tightly to thy disconsolate heart
and
remember each one...for this pain shall soon
pass...the soulblight's slow
destruction of
what is most precious...of what we hold closest to
our impassioned
souls...like the vacant sigh
of a thousand dying dreams...you are the
night...a
tapestry of light...a nihility of
shifting emotions...coalesce into patterned,
empty tears...you depart (from me) and I feel
nothing.
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