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[title] => A Haunted Breeze in the Villa ( Drais' Tale)
[time] => 2004-12-04 21:45:45
[hometext] => Drais is one of those rare creatures. He possesses the ability to use his wits during the day and his cunning at night.-Professor Segba Lebretu
[bodytext] => I sit alone In my midnight chair Surrounded by Night Maidens These are not creatures They are songs They give birth to a new brood You didn't want to lay there And die You couldn't get comfortable With the thought of it You stood there and watched As I took my hand And... There are some who claim That in certain villas One can find A haunted breeze Drais knows of it He has been comforted by its cool companionship And he has suffered as the breeze Seems to steal more and more Of his humanity I'll go with the haunted breeze It's a pastime where poeple are hunted For what there body has to offer The blue that turns to red when it reaches air the Haunted breeze is blowing through my snakeskin hair I am in this night like a bite on a ghostly mite I will not awake to a fright of a daylight bright Almost silently will I walk through the villa Until I reach the edge of some bleak thought... I will seek refuge in a desert outpost I will be like another layer of clay in the earth And be as transparent as a ghost [comments] => 3 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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