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[aid] => mick
[title] => The curse
[time] => 2005-01-08 04:20:34
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[bodytext] => Dark thoughts of murder spring from a white rose, the thorn pricks my finger and i think of you, i let the blood drip into a pool or dull misted water, and as i stare into the frozen pool, i see your eyes stare from the bed, i thrust my hand into the pool and pull from it a dying weed, the weed springs to life in my palm, engraved in its stem is your name, i walk backward from the rocky shore, onto the sands that catch my dampenned clothes, i could feel the rattling of life surging through my veins, my breathing becomes thick and heavy, the winds blow onto my face, lashing it with its icy tails, i stand silent at natures rath, i drop the weed from my hand, and claim my hand back into a fist, i raise my fist to the heavens, and my name spells on the knuckles, i feel my spirit rise, i feel my body burn, i fall to my knees powerless, now it was your turn, back at your home, your warm home far away, the scattered pages across your study floor begin to tremble, the tea in your half full cup vibrates, your hands start to leanen, your skin begins to droop "aargh! the curse" desperately you stumble to your attic, and throw open the roof window, and scream to the skies: "claim not the innocent, winds, the deed is one that i have done, i was the one who set the spell, and i feel the curse has now begun, release them, bring them life back to their heart, winds take my words to the universe, the curse will never stop after its start, i was a fool to believe, i was a fool to make the cure in rage, now i have sentenced them to death, as i have released the titans force frm their cage, it was a mistake winds, my spell i now wish to break, please counter the curse foul winds, for the life on this earths sake! But now the winds had begun to spiral, and leap into the sky, you had spoke before you thought, and ow the innocents die.... Jazz [comments] => 5 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 13 [informant] => in2thetwilightzone2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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