Alone at sunset in a barren land
beneath slate sky and ancient stars.
Marked out by an infernal brand
fields of Venus by the paths of Mars.
Held to a driven quest
of demonic aim and devine intent.
No hope, no reason, no reward, no rest.
When leaving Eden all roads are bent
With heart on fire and blood like ice
Freinds and enemies, loss and gain
lies and truth, cats and mice.
Treat these imposters just the same
Adrift with purpose on a darkling sea.
I thought that I percieved my role
Wise of what is, let the future be.
A Flying dutchman of the soul.
As days light faded into night
a reflection settled on my brain.
Scarred by life, needing respite
Twilight Angel on wings of pain.
Across bind time,sister of my soul
sing your songs and take my hand,
Unlooked,I found you and am whole.
Together sunrise on a verdant land














Comments
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Do I look like a fuckin' people person?
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squirells are Suicidal two...shouldn't they get Psychologists as well?
Keep up the good work!
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Do I look like a fuckin' people person?
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Hope - Bauhaus
Your mornings will be brighter
Break the line
Tear up rules
Make the most of a million times no
and may i say that carbon emissions were kept to a minimum during the writing of this poem.
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Do I look like a fuckin' people person?
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Hope - Bauhaus
Your mornings will be brighter
Break the line
Tear up rules
Make the most of a million times no
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