XIII (Crimson Reversed)

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Eyes of sorrow, sweetest lips.

They bring the truth to the crevices asleep.

Oh, come to embrace them –

the arms of death.

Come in pleasure to the gravest of fates.

~*~

This love, born of past and star-gaze, brimmed with life as alive was the ulcer of the sealed gate. I could have spent an eternity from peering into his ancient eyes to crafting ways to keep him warm to fancying about many a way to beclothe him with caresses upon losing myself in the outlines of his vessel.

~*~

Melancholy’s inexorable tides washed over the sands of my soul. I drifted and kept on drifting. In sanctified sorrow, I writhed and yearned for that which I could not summon into mind. I brooded over by the dark corners and silent spots, and hid the storm from the common eye until my flaming heart, too, wilted into the covetous mouth of the void.

~*~

And you still wonder why I sleep with skeletons.

And he still grieves the sword you sent before the earth closed.

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