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By Trifox
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07 July 2006 |
Death... The silent beat, of Dusk-Grey wings,
swift as light,
I come to pass,
No rosy hue to greet the eye,
but skin as white as bone.
With bruised-blue lips,
I bring the night, and brush your lips with mine,
And in my sightless eyes you see,
That your life, and soul now belong to me...
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Very good Written by lordspudz (10 comments posted) 7th July 2006 | Loved the image it created in my mind as I read it the 2nd time. I think if reading something conjours up an image to match the words then the words have done thier job. And this poem did all that. Every word summed up Death and his presence very well. Good job | what a title!! Written by Leo (573 comments posted) 7th July 2006 | simply love such dark writing. cracking last line.. |
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