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The night falls with a silent sigh intertwined are we.

The salvation for which you pine.

Flares once, then dies.

smothered by guilt

All hope ends.

In a rush of tears, I see you,

I still see you.















I had help with this poem.

Around, all around the shadows gather my dread grows as an avenging sword crashes down against me. It strikes me and darkly my essence drips to the cold unmarked tombstones. In defeat I hang my head and await the final blow. My doom aproaches, now alone, my soul falls upon uncaring eyes, as I take my last breath.



This is my hell.

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batvamp
22:54 Dec 29 2011

beautiful

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