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[aid] => mick
[title] => Passion’s Reprieve
[time] => 2007-04-12 07:52:42
[hometext] => This is the first thing I have written in awhile. I haven't had any ideas or inspiration. It's definitly not my best but tell me what you think of it.
[bodytext] => She was the devil’s fallen child; a soul from hellish fire Although she held a face of mild, flames for my desire Fashioned well with somber thoughts she held my hearts content Tightly grasped as though our ardor wooed my self resent For years we housed a darkened realm; a castle made of stones Blackened gates of obsidian, and thrones of angel bones Austere fires raged within and shone a feeble glow For darkness was our only savior in this horror show Finally our minds grew bored, our bodies still with youth The love we felt had ceased to be as bloody as the truth Our severed hearts were vast far flung, while envy struck us deep The envy of a worldly life, a life which we would reap Our jaded lives were without cause, a purpose in the world But laying down the crimson rug, our future soon unfurled Havoc fell from heaven, tragedy from hell A distant dreamy Eden where all the demons dwell When sun had risen high and sleep had overcame Mortal humans shuddered forth and snuffed her lively flame They speared her in the heart with a hardwood splintered stake A banshee shriek had sounded loud and caused my heart to break While scarlet tears flowed down her cheek onto the clothes she wore I held her in my arms with love, but knew I lusted more Death would rain from out the skies while vengeance found its place In fetid souls who cry out-loud, begging god’s embrace Forests flew aflame as cities crumbled down A rotten wing of seraphim had made my humble crown Ruin was my only gift, pain my only guide To those who made my suffering, to those who struck my bride. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 250 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Gravehorn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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