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Striking a PoseWhether in thought or action I feel nothing, hollowed, I’m about to Cave in So close now to the deadly secret of the magi Entrapped when Everything is illuminated beneath my red sky Only, the candle flickers Though refusing to die, the stars watch as I dance With her And without her Like in the lich’s mirror I keep her within my memory Her beauty, thus far gone from reality But so contained within me She will seek in pensive eyes What was sacrificed, in hopes of saving And never look away again Such a sad gaze I feigned instead.Striking a Pose
by ~Gnashville
The Final StrokeLeft on the wake In the rolling waves I find you So helpless and distressed At the world you lost yourself to In passing you might beThe Final Stroke
Another killer of my dreams But the risk is so subjective I find it, when the time is right When I can fly the speed Promising the world and taking the soul Ride my mystery, little foal I’ll teach you how to lose the fight Behold, you’ve gained that distant sight Oh I’ll show you the cost of being mine Forever and a day too far Cruelty is such a craft, Lover and friend Twice in my head
by ~Gnashville
Fleeting TongueWith that needle of a tongue Impale my pride so playfully As there is no care without fear Both of which is not a quality But a skill, so crafted and grown Sing me please your doxology I see what has been drawn on your door. Every dawn that breaks Never fixed, but broken again and again Regret lives in your face, it’s painted by hands Black again, like a stone, not yet sand, And somehow a beautiful garden of sorrow; The rose in your mouth tastes so bitter My blood has mixed with yours now, daughter And I have begun to climb inside How your mind isFleeting Tongue
by ~Gnashville
Her DuennaHer duenna, a friend of senseless trust And to whatever means, she remains young Maladroit in the ways of her mother Importunate to be her father’s son Inside the heart of hearts resides a fervour Dearly departed and lost to others In great expectation, lessons yet learned Yearning for such a release A salvo of pride, in heat And a life is ruined beyond medicine; A love so gold turned copper at best Here sits nothing, a sad little girl In a funeral dressHer Duenna
by ~Gnashville
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