Shadows of the Sun
Contributed by
ripshark
on
Saturday, 15th September 2007 @ 11:59:50 AM in AEST
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Now, right when it becomes mute,
When infernal buzz has worn
My blood begins to warm
Simmer, broil, in darkness burst,
Ah, Refresh! Delight! Found so young,
Right, the night worn loose upon mantle,
Like sunflower heads tilted to Sun,
These nightshades to me yearn -
Their god of trite minded desire,
For else? Those souls leashed to my pryre.
A whispered word, nightmarish incantation,
Leads these souls straight to fire salvation.
Dance, dance, all in mad embrace
For, when peaked drawling eye
From shadows cast by day's bright light,
It seems to so much allure,
That one finds it much secure
To wrap round darkness quilt
Then to stay in shadows of the sun,
And see most clear where there is none.
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