Reflecting past and present ghosts
Darkened reflections in the lonely lakeA tear stirs the surface
Voices begin to whisper
Destiny darkened the Horizon
Blood soil pale winter-dress
Wounded but still refuse to die
The Entering of the twilight-gate
Seems obsessing
I travel in a maze of distress
Caught in the claws of sorrow
The jaws of darkness opens
And consumes me into nothingness
Yet the Convincement of dying have not drowned the hope
How wicked is not the thought of divine redemption?
Poetry by Robert EH
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Written on 2005-11-09 at 01:52
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