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Ode to Death
Contributed by
adsalamon
on
Thursday, 21st November 2002 @ 08:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Black horse procession leads the way
Solemn mutterings from passerbys
Alone and cold, Church bell strike
They ring, They cry, the call to die
Solitary black rose - the epitaph
Open grave like open arms
Ready to recieve you with fake emotion
Mourners weep their bitter tears
Cry not for you, but their own demise
For the journey, they all too must take
Left alone where nightmares reign
Garden of death - Wreaths of nettles lie
Copyright ©
adsalamon
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2002-11-21 08:20:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Ode to Death
(User Rating: 1 ) by AngryPrincess on
Friday, 14th March 2003 @ 12:44:20 PM AEST (User
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yes, adrian, you are right...people do not weep for the dead, they weep for themsleves...because who knows when its your turn? great write...i love it... well done
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