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Array ( [sid] => 30620 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Hidden In Shadows [time] => 2004-01-02 16:55:01 [hometext] => It explains itself... [bodytext] => Where art thou, my love?
My glorious lady of the light.
Dost thou reside with the doves;
In heavens or hidden from sight?

For thy heart I now ride;
Upon a stallion of lustrous black.
And in blackened dreams that hide;
I ride upon thy luminous track.

I bear Hell within my soul;
As to the very edge of darkness I ride.
To partake of thy precious bowl’
Dipped within the clearest water of tides.

And where the light met dark;
They produced upon thy marriage bed, shadows.
I tenderly kiss the light to leave a mark;
Bringing thy visage to hearts grown in meadows.

And, my dearest lady, for thy love;
The shadows haunt my very veins.
And the lost bleedings thereof;
Fall to the dead earth with the rains.

My lady, wouldst thou refuse me?
A man that shadows shroud within
And taken by darkness through the sea.
And washes upon beaches of skin.

I ride through the light for thy glorious hand;
To ask of thou, a simple gift of love.
Dost thou love me truly grand?
Or dost my lady love only pure doves?

And though the light brings suffering unto me;
I come for thy love and token.
Nameless voices heard upon winds to which I flee;
And promises of love that remain unspoken.

My soul is the graveyard of fireflies,
Devoid of the flashes of hope and dreams.
But what love was left now dies.
A tattered rag comes undone at the seams.

To darkness I now retreat;
From thy glorious tower of light.
With not a token and in defeat.
To vanish again in shadows and from sight.

-Joey- [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 39 [informant] => BlackRoses00 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )

Hidden In Shadows

Contributed by BlackRoses00 on Friday, 2nd January 2004 @ 04:55:01 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief

Where art thou, my love?
My glorious lady of the light.
Dost thou reside with the doves;
In heavens or hidden from sight?

For thy heart I now ride;
Upon a stallion of lustrous black.
And in blackened dreams that hide;
I ride upon thy luminous track.

I bear Hell within my soul;
As to the very edge of darkness I ride.
To partake of thy precious bowl’
Dipped within the clearest water of tides.

And where the light met dark;
They produced upon thy marriage bed, shadows.
I tenderly kiss the light to leave a mark;
Bringing thy visage to hearts grown in meadows.

And, my dearest lady, for thy love;
The shadows haunt my very veins.
And the lost bleedings thereof;
Fall to the dead earth with the rains.

My lady, wouldst thou refuse me?
A man that shadows shroud within
And taken by darkness through the sea.
And washes upon beaches of skin.

I ride through the light for thy glorious hand;
To ask of thou, a simple gift of love.
Dost thou love me truly grand?
Or dost my lady love only pure doves?

And though the light brings suffering unto me;
I come for thy love and token.
Nameless voices heard upon winds to which I flee;
And promises of love that remain unspoken.

My soul is the graveyard of fireflies,
Devoid of the flashes of hope and dreams.
But what love was left now dies.
A tattered rag comes undone at the seams.

To darkness I now retreat;
From thy glorious tower of light.
With not a token and in defeat.
To vanish again in shadows and from sight.

-Joey-

Copyright Â© BlackRoses00 ... [ 2004-01-02 16:55:01]
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Re: Hidden In Shadows (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 2nd January 2004 @ 05:16:58 PM AEST
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Very creative, deep write.
peace, joy, luv,
emy

Re: Hidden In Shadows (User Rating: 1 )
by krissy26 on Tuesday, 18th October 2011 @ 07:08:27 AM AEST
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this seems very deep and it is very understandable..

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