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Array ( [sid] => 138959 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => untitled [time] => 2007-12-04 03:57:25 [hometext] => [bodytext] => She lay alone and burnt my eye at night,
Her moon like throat demanded and held sway,
I found her door upon a street by day,
To stay and watch up´till the even light.
She came from the blue black her skin so white,
A wrist too frail with key was on display,
and as I felt Him smile down on this stray,
I knew I must do what i knew was right.
She sits aloft and fails to hear the stair,
His frank is all but lost in grace and stealth,
Befoe the blessed is only her mirrored hair,
In the dark has come to her sweet love death.
The scarf reduced by hands apart in prayer,
He lifts his head and takes his final breath. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 228 [topic] => 13 [informant] => zicky [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

untitled

Contributed by zicky on Tuesday, 4th December 2007 @ 03:57:25 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

She lay alone and burnt my eye at night,
Her moon like throat demanded and held sway,
I found her door upon a street by day,
To stay and watch up´till the even light.
She came from the blue black her skin so white,
A wrist too frail with key was on display,
and as I felt Him smile down on this stray,
I knew I must do what i knew was right.
She sits aloft and fails to hear the stair,
His frank is all but lost in grace and stealth,
Befoe the blessed is only her mirrored hair,
In the dark has come to her sweet love death.
The scarf reduced by hands apart in prayer,
He lifts his head and takes his final breath.

Copyright Â© zicky ... [ 2007-12-04 03:57:25]
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Re: untitled (User Rating: 1 )
by TheGrimReapersHourglass on Tuesday, 4th December 2007 @ 05:37:16 AM AEST
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Which Head was lifted before the last.Made me think-Every Breath You Take-A very thinking poem.Goodby from The GrimReaper,DevilsPriest KnownAs LORD,Denver L Jr.

Re: untitled (User Rating: 1 )
by flamingblade on Tuesday, 4th December 2007 @ 03:29:28 PM AEST
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deep, i think its good. It's short, but the short ones are some of the best,
well done
Flamingblade

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