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For C____
Contributed by
incognito_bombastus
on
Friday, 16th January 2009 @ 01:08:16 AM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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For C____
Nightingale that sings through my nights
Precious, fragile, wing'd,
That calls through my winter souls blight
A halo around you ringed.
Your company calls me to sing
Then Harmony abounds, hope holds your angelic sound.
In my fiery fury Vulcanite I burn
Till, wrapped in your wings I learn
So much aflamed, you're the slake of my thirst.
Resplendant in the anger of my sins burst,
Like Satan before the fall
I see not even thee, thy call, nor your wings
be singed, nor burnt.
My nightingale of delight
In your beautiful flight
Even the violence of my sleep & dreaming
Does you no harm nor afright.
How is this so?
When twixt our eyes at meet
That always an ember heart glows.
Yet quenched, yet no, not extinguished.
It is in the soul of the song,
Of your eyes that I rest, I'm finished.
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incognito_bombastus
... [
2009-01-16 01:08:16] (Date/Time posted on
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