This could be my last submission for a week or two. So I made it special and constructed a picture. Peace and love, poet brothers and sisters.
The Shadow Eye
Where does this cold and so deathly night lie?In the mind and the bone of the Devil's Black Eye!
The Lucifer sees what the dead man cannot!
The live man can see, but for this he cares not!
Not call me preacher, not call me friend!
Not poor or wealthy, for naught to I spend!
Philosopher, maybe, but not to ask "Why?"
For there are no answers within the Black Eye!!!
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-02-09 at 16:19
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