torsdag 30 juni 2011

His Bride of Ice


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Upon the quilt of winterly flooring
he down his bride for death
down his lips against hers
mute and frostbitten breath
her heart is veiled secretly
forever envelops his grief

 Tears falling on her dead cheek
draw lines and bleached inks of warmth
of his grief, of his love, infinity
unable for-never more to speak

 Thin lines of her life pours out
her memory
upon the pure bedding
coldern wind holds its breath
with hers, as it gripping
mourning in his chest

 The darkness bleeds upon icy canopy
obscures the image of her face
crumble rosy complexions
to ice and everlasting beaut

 No such spear as sharp as cold
which draw claws
in wounds upon his mind
wither out her mere lying
still, into his arms
as he kiss her gentle
kiss away
everything within
him dying
flavoring of life and blood



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