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She, of the Onyx Crown

Beauty of yours, informed by moon's illume,
Irises lilac, heaven sent thee here,
Adducing stock's spiced vanilla perfume,
My heart all consumed, I must have your ear.

Oh, creature of mourn, what love are thee?
Raven hair, for it appears, has no death,
Your words whisper of winds long lost at sea,
Darkness doth command with a single breath.

Blinded, such you have obscured every star,
I am yours, now the only eyes required,
She of the onyx crown, goddess you are,
I, your nocturnal animal... Inspired.

Do you salvate all sin within your sight?
Let us sing, and submit to Nyx's night.

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Cling On

Those wide mahogany eyes, 
I cannot help but cling to, 
like goosegrass clings on,
too dear, may I hang out here?
just for a little while longer,
you know it’s freezing outside,
and I already seem to miss,
the crescent of your smile.

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A Touch O' Light

Mine o’ quick heart, 'neath powdered mist o’ light, 
Before dawn's chance to sway thy command,
Hold me here, still, delay this cloak o’ night,
And return my love with thy gentlest hand. 

Tell the story o’ this romance I wear,
And pry open my eyes to newest fate, 
For in time it will be too much to bear, 
If I must pursue the dial in my wait.

Please find thy conceit and play for me true,
Lay this worrisome mind to rest in hope,
Thy song doth protest this bluest, my hue,
To see my world in a kaleidoscope. 

I release my grip and watch moon’s revive,
High in our gaze a renaissance arrives.

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The Passenger

Passenger of past lives,
paint thy cloth,
a lively hue,
of journeys prior,
when our skies were new,
wild, the virgin, above bucolic land, 
before her windflowers were scattered,
and the fields toiled by hand.

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Glass in the Iron

A fragment of glass in the iron,
can't you see it? It's here! 
Almost heart shaped enough,
to alter one's perception,
as the beats depart,
only to reappear.

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An Old Hand Reveals Itself

I see no sign of forced entry...
just copper suns and cornflower blue,
have you been here all this time?
I don't remember inviting you,
and now all my voices are a chatter,
with threats I cannot construe.

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Armbands

As every fear speaks with the tide,
I keep pushing each arm to abide,
as I gain on the water, 
with nowhere left to swim,
or hide,
I keep pushing,
for the seas to confide.

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Parasite

Translucent vials of blood collected
You possessed so much more than I expected 
And still you search for more to inspire

Day was breaking but you found the moon
Just for one more person to hear your tune
The Winter is long if kept contrite 

Your tales of such sweet sorrow
Speak no more of lines you borrow
Your spin is something to admire

The snowflakes have since begun to fall 
Insipid appetites still harken a silent call
Borrow my heart, cruel parasite

Sad eyes without tears look more hollow still 
Too focused on allegories of your last kill
Your mawkish crusade set to conspire 

When will your one man war cease to fire
Your bite calls a histrionic vampire
Drain me now of this buried spite

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The Symphony

Sometimes, always, 
& rather unsurprisingly,
I start to wonder…
why...my heart cannot explain,
the corporeal notes,
of music,
in just a droplet,
of rain.

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June Hymn

He kept his end of the bargain,
A man with a strong moral sense
Endowed with struggle,
Eternally he repents.

He was once forced to apologise,
For what errant slight he did not know.
Carried it on his back,
Full of such haunted sorrow.

I was only a young babe then,
Unable to recall the song he sang.
The choked rhyme was confused, 
But the beat still rang.

He remembered the night I was born,
And tried to comprehend his sad tune.
A girl named Annie Jayne,
My first cry a night in June.