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twas the last night
its groaning particularly loud
at midnight, all went quiet
like the silence of death
the killer that provokes thrill, belies
a fire about to ignite
a soul waiting to soar
or could there be more? Quiet
uncanny, heavy, waiting
keeping longing at bay, stricken
paralyzed agony, silenced
by the dream, brief flash
feeling the rising toward climax, 
not knowing how, not knowing why 
the horrible pain, decides
to hold its ice cold breath,
its heart erratically beating
underneath the frozen twilight
tastes fear, anguish, loss
the unbelief, feeling blind
What if.... a tear trickles down as it fights
the stench of death 
turns to ice 
upon its dark blue cheeks
alone, in the sky, no longer a star 
to lean on, total darkness, 
did I win? Did I lose? Let me die!
gush of wind keeps eyes open
can't turn away, forced to see.... Light,
dies, willingly, in utter admiration,
 .... a Child!

© CarolineCecile - )7.23.12

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