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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There's an obscurity on the threads of darkness dare I peer beneath the starless shroud of midnight's veil as I walk through the misty breath that beclouds my vision in hopes it leads me to the temple of your soul? My dearest my comfort is there, yet I feel a quivering in the flames beneath these gusts that prevail through inaudible voices falling winded in the distance where these shadows walk between us I feel discernment in memories as these bony fingers reach out my heart shudders beneath the orchestra of night as it beckons a samba from the angel of death as it spans its wings before me I shiver breathless in its cold as the flames grow dimmer yet this time love, I fear for you as dissolution ascends above me Muddled mind ventures through vivid vales of scepticism. Slowly subsiding to my knees under the shadow of moonlight, crows gathers as helpless hands clench decomposing soil. Sapless lips gasp for oxygen, shivering in illusory mistiness. Death's harbinger stands before me, an uninvited hooded eclipse, holding me prisoner, strangling my soul with naked tree tendrils. In silent steps he walks towards me, I have no will left to fight. He has no mercy, content on me kissing the mouth of the earth. Words hidden behind metaphors, surface upon shores of regret, flashbacks are like daggers, reminders of unspoken, unwritten words. My love mourn for me not, as I fall into the graveyards of poets, in death we still connect, as my words will always live through you. A Collaboration with Silent One~
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