LAST FLOWER

The night is young, embrace its child. Remind the darkness, how its used to be within your heart. A rose of blood in your hand, a fallen cloak of sorrow. Stay with me, thers so much to do, yet the time is to come, to cast upon us two.



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-20 at 00:55

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