The Ghost Of My Love
Her laughter echoes in my mind;This heavy head crowned with tears
The touch of her skin burn my fingers;
These weavers of shadow and fire which lingers
Her gaze rend my heart still;
This fiery chasm only hell can fill
The spectre of her presence haunt me;
Singing the requiem of what we couldn't be
With her I came to find;
That she holds all my love and all my fears
I am a dark soul, you know
Dragged down so deep, so low
But such is the road of this chosen one;
To be as though a shadow fallen in love with the sun
How I wished for our fates not to make us part
Yet my longing reach never touched her heart
And I knew I could never leave my throne
For to bear the weight of doom is to be alone
I weigh this nightmarish mask in my hands;
Brushing from my shoulders temporal sands
An iron crown to adorn an iron will
Yet this love I remain unable to kill
Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2010-10-22 at 23:49
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