Not done
One light we all rely on
And it's burning slow
You can serve your high lord, his horde
Pin your soul to a clipboard
See which way the pencil scrolls
At the feast of Riken, he released the pikemen
They all ran confused and frightened
Into a boiling black sea
With embracing love, she swallowed them whole
Or so the story's told
By some two bit prophecy
As soon as the cold splits stones
The lakes grow all those extra bones
The jests and bards use their dirty cards
And force us all to sleep
In shadows a little sleepier than us
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2008-09-02 at 03:45
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Sleepy Shadows
There's one heart that we live on, die onOne light we all rely on
And it's burning slow
You can serve your high lord, his horde
Pin your soul to a clipboard
See which way the pencil scrolls
At the feast of Riken, he released the pikemen
They all ran confused and frightened
Into a boiling black sea
With embracing love, she swallowed them whole
Or so the story's told
By some two bit prophecy
As soon as the cold splits stones
The lakes grow all those extra bones
The jests and bards use their dirty cards
And force us all to sleep
In shadows a little sleepier than us
Poetry by weirdzarun
Read 648 times
Written on 2008-09-02 at 03:45
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