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...untitled...
Contributed by
morgana
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Sunday, 30th January 2005 @ 02:32:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the headsman's axe falls against my head.
It slays me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the thirsty earth.
In a strange and terrible glee I beg forgiveness
while death approaches.
Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon cold eyes.
This is my Hell
Copyright ©
morgana
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2005-01-30 02:32:59]
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Re: ...untitled...
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by UnlovedChild on
Sunday, 30th January 2005 @ 02:48:56 AM AEST
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| I like it. A title sugg. would be : Shadows Closing In |
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Re: ...untitled...
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 6th June 2005 @ 10:38:29 AM AEST
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| pretty cool short and dark.I would call it Blood Deposited but thats just a suggestion.good work |
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