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About twelve by the moon dial,

Night sat respectfully upon his black throne,

and by the enamoured moon a labyrinth of light was shown,

coating the desperate seas and flower endowed shores.

Past time eaten towers,

Silence reigned over all things

this desolately lonely hour.

Here, among the swirling vapors

my serene seraph pondered

all the nameless graves upon which he wandered.

He questioned the lustful lilies,

the starry choir, the celestial bodies

and all that is heaven.

But through the timeless air

never an answer was given.

As I lay down in cushions deep,

pillows surround me in my place of sleep,

I gaze out the window to the moon

her light shines bright and fills my room,

I close my eyes, lost in a trance,

shadows of trees begin to dance,

I lift a hand and listlessly trace

the shape of my eyebrow & down the side of my face,

the contour of my neck, the curve of my breast,

preparing for the wish of bountiful rest,

dreams come slow and misty at first,

then do vivid colors burst,

reds of all shades and black as night,

bamboo green and virginal white,

a smile spreads across my lips,

as sleep enraptures me with his grip.

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WitchHaven3
19:42 Jan 25 2008

This is lovely. Images your words bring forth are wonderful. :)

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And though I had said that Fate was cruel,

I never knew how cruel she could be,

I made it out of this icy cage,

but lo and behold I still wasn't free,

I spent my day driving to the desert,

to meet my truest love,

and for all my heart ache I have endured,

a voice stopped me from above.

This voice said to me that his heart

was still in another's hands,

and nothing I could do would save it,

not even travelling the lands.

I ached and I cried and I yelled to the sky,

why do you torture me so?

but Fate is cruel and love is lost

and I am still alone.

For all the world a pretty face

and a deftly wicked smile,

eyes of blue that see right through

to a truth that is worthwhile,

but inside a heart both cold and dark

that slowly slips away

into a void where no light shines

and romance soon decays.

My tears are warm and bittersweet,

for how long was I truly yours?

streams of blood red tears I cry

and out of my heart it pours,

till higher and higher the river becomes

of my sorrow and lament

till drowning me inside myself

in true love's own torment.