you are the darkness my ecstasy
I am the raven I bleed for thee
you are the rancid breath upon my neck
ebon mist upon the sun’s deadened set
you are my shadow in blackest pitch
I am the hunger you crave your blithe
you are the depth of withered desire
I am the fire that quenches your pyre
you are the terror within a soul less light
I am your offering kiss me quietus tonight
A contest entry
- "Come to The Darkside.... We Have Cookies!" :D by Werewolf Avarus.
700 points, ended December 2, 2008, 12 entries
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'I am the fire that quenches your pyre'
wonderful line - in opposites is unification
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ummm
yummy, Bran the Raven approves
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DAYUM! I am raven I bleed for thee... killer write G. might lose a few extra small words and tighten it up, but either way this rocks.
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