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[title] => Autumn Wolves
[time] => 2006-06-18 18:17:38
[hometext] => This is actually a song I wrote in my current project, Flesh Burnt to Ashes. It's a fantasy poem/lyric that gives great detail on the hurt in losing something or someone one loves, even though it was greatly needed. Greatest Poems of the Western world.
[bodytext] => Autumn Wolves It was a full moon that night Unholy nights like these They stalk through the flowing leaves Benieth the howling breeze They lust for holy hearts Onward to death they march A starving god upon the wolves Autumn has never seemed so sad In this perfect world You'll feel your heart seize... You'll feel your blood freeze... Autumn has never seemed so right Amoung the werewolf's bite A normal being Transformed by the bite Only changing on a fullmoon night There's no breaking this oath But only breaking his heart.. With a kiss of a silver bullet I surrender For the bullet seals my fate Autumn renders With a sliver plated stake That laid me to sleep, eternally It's something I can't take anymore Give the bullet a head start Engrave your name in the silver So you can run through my heart One last time Before I close my eyes, forever.. As the bullet enters The wolf in me will die My human side will fall With nothing left in my eyes When I dream My spirit's freed From a choke hold of belief When I dream I could only scream Life was agony As I dream Only As I dream Life was perfect I died so perfect [comments] => 7 [counter] => 324 [topic] => 40 [informant] => Lucid_Tides [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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