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Stone Cold

On graves we see your names and thus we bow
But neath the moss lies nought that matters now
For all that veins can hold has clotted since
And those alive can only stop and wince

No mason ever etched the fear I felt
When in the mound of misery I dwelt
Each tribute laid stone cold and fat with fear
Stays angry with the drowning of the year



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  • amaranthine lover gold member
    June 27
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    This is very dark and so lovely!


  • Blueskywonder
    June 10

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    Loss is such an overwhelming emotion driving us with a need for certainty. we can sometimes be so overwhelmed we cling to mortality which is kinda immoral. The immortals are the immorals. Nothing dies within the cycles of her greatest care, but transcends to once again become aware of the greatest vision shared with we


  • XLadyElinorX
    June 4

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    wow. . .I'm not sure what I think. . .it is eerie, and powerful. . .sounds somewhat like something of Poe's, only different. . .

    But it is very well done. You have a certain way with words that I haven't quite seen the likes of before. . .

    ♠ Lady Elinor


  • quantumsurveyor
    June 4

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    So good to see your work again. This has a strange feeling and eeriness -- I'm not sure that I enjoy it but, if this makes sense, I like it