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Book Of Riddles

Contributed by forever_lonely on Thursday, 10th March 2005 @ 08:17:39 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



In crimson seas of hatred scorn
Blood red like a fingered thorn
Where fires burn in pregnant lies
So turning to enchanted cries

Writing in this riddled form
These words on page my gift reforms
This rancour drives me to traverse
To open up and free my curse

Beyond twilight i see my dreams
Through the skies and all the screams
Reality becomes my place to hide
Its where my heart just drops, subsides

Trapped inside this mirrored prism
My soul is shattered into schisms
So ill leave you now with gentle verse
From this gift inside my curse

Amongst the clouds the heavens sail
Where Angels sing a holy grail
I see them sit, they move and fiddle
'Hes the one, the books of riddles!'




Copyright © forever_lonely ... [ 2005-03-10 20:17:39]
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Re: Book Of Riddles (User Rating: 1 )
by Quilted_rag_doll on Thursday, 10th March 2005 @ 10:29:46 PM AEST
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Blood red like a fingered thorn

lovely...i liked the whole thing, very well written, great use of words & rhyming!

Auryn


Re: Book Of Riddles (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 11th March 2005 @ 05:31:37 AM AEST
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Nice.

I must admit to fearing the 'riddle' rhyme - the only other pure alternative to the one you've chosen is 'middle'. Its not exactly the best of matching words.

Well done, Luke.


Re: Book Of Riddles (User Rating: 1 )
by pURePOISON on Saturday, 11th September 2010 @ 06:54:59 PM AEST
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I Love it completely amazing darling, snaps for you!




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