Wednesday, September 22, 2004

eternally.


i'm quite proud of this. enjoy.
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you danced on my grave while i was sleeping.
you made circles with the roses on the courtyard gates.
you laughed at the mourning while they were weeping.
you mocked the wind who had sung too late.
my mother, you called my beast of burden.
my father, you hailed the prodigal king.
you laughed, as if your claim was certain.
you laughed, as if we were lesser things.


i will haunt you in your blissful slumber.
i will curse you with scorn divine.
as you awaken, and as you lumber;
you shall be that which has no time.

for Father Time turns no blind eye
upon those who wish to cheat;
the wicked shall not be denied
the cost of their defeat.

you, dear friend, shall be regarded;
as a friend most dear to heart.
as a friend so tragically discarded;
this advice to you, i impart:

fear not the reaper who tends his scythe,
though his love for you is strong.
fear not our child whose silenced cries,
you quelled with slighted wrong.
fear not the dark whose shadows bloom,
to draw you into arms.
fear not the cold that fills your room,
that threatens to do harm.

instead, give fear its due,
and fear with open heart,
for tonight i shall come to you,
and we shall never part.


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