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White Elaine's Last Song
Contributed by
Nadiral
on
Wednesday, 16th December 2009 @ 10:35:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Not to drink that kind nectar from your lips
neither breathe from your breath eternal life
nor to sleep in your arms another night
It's to die, not to be, have never been...
To watch your sweet tongue plunging bold, in fire
at the Queen's mouth request in those your dreams
That she in your sleep surrenders with wild screams
and both awakes fulfilled and in desire...
I'll rather be a bird in a hawk's beak
an injured doe, hurt, doomed to cease to exist
a speckle in the dimmest, faintest night
A crazy mare, a ghost, a *****, a freak
a little rock still turned to tiny grist
I'd rather die to be this river's bride!
Copyright ©
Nadiral
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2009-12-16 10:35:50] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: White Elaine's Last Song
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 16th December 2009 @ 11:16:30 AM AEST (User
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Your structure and timing are far elite You tell a story like a seasoned pro Truly it was like watching a scene on the coldest summer night Fantastic -D.Truth |
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