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Cold as winter, strong as stone,
She faced the darkness all alone.
A silver goddess, a reflection,
A mirage, a recollection.
No return, no turning back.
The past is gone, the future is, black.
Serpents gather in their nest,
And she stands above the rest.
Shadows hunt; she hunts the shadow.
The moon is risen; she stands below.
She views her world through the eyes of others.
Black and white, there are no colors,
As she looks down upon a shattered youth.
A shattered mirror shows a shattered truth.
Angel, upon wings
Like a dove in barbed wire
Take heed to the chariot, golden
Rising upon, to meet the black moon.
No more tears, red as blood,
Your black eyes, no more stained.
By principal cuts, running deep through your veins.
Your lover has fled you, bestowed you with grace, the wish of a widow,
Deprived of all faith. Your smile is the sunset, your laugh is the rain.
Your screaming is music to quell beast’s refrain I can’t comprehend it,
It drives me insane. To see you so broken, to see you in pain yet deeper it cuts me,
to see you now well I prayed for redemption, I prayed to be made whole.
I prayed for death upon gods of old you were my prize, dear you were broken and cold. You were the thought that drove me to fold.
Now you are well again, now you are sane. I’ll take pleasure in redeeming you, you will be mine again.
 miu_rich · Fri Mar 30, 2007 @ 04:18pm · 1 Comments |
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