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But the days are days gone by,
And the wings are still chained...
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Polish can always work on the rust,
And my heart will mend, as long as there's us.
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My murderer, amongst my painful screams,
Whispers two words into my ear…
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You hear the sobbings and cries of many,
Your pace quickens, no longer steady,
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A large black raven perching there,
Feathers glossy in the moonlight,
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Encase it with love,
Caress it with love,
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Bulging eyes,
Breaking the crimson of a blood-rushed face,
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The blood upon it drip, drip dripping,
His daughter's life is slip, slip slipping,
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Black rose in the moonlight,
Blood shed on a thorn,
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Hoping, That a scent,
A smell, Will jump out at me,
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In the luscious eternity,
Of love,
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Trapped in a black unconsciousness,
Feet stitched to feet,
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I could see her watery-blue eyes,
That stared with a loving expression,
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Although it is strange, one of the worst of my fears,
I am frightened by the size of my best friend's ears.
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Old King Cole
Was a murderous old soul
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My prey, love-taker,
Revenge-creator.
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For the hope overwhelms the darkness,
There is no end to us, my love.
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It is twenty years after the terrible death,
Yet she weeps on the date that was cruelly unfair.
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OK, people, I want a RELIGIOUS poem.
It's gotta be about all the emotions that
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The thought of death reassuring,
He promised, he vowed, he's late.
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Her eyes have a hidden beauty,
Though my co-workers may have jeered,
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My neural net will spontaneously combust in 5 seconds if you keep looking at me!
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A concoction of fears and phobias,
Of death and hate and of broken hearts,
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'Dolly's' head turned slowly to face me,
The plastic eyes glinted evilly in the moonlight,
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I touch the endless cracks in the bark,
I feel the life pulsing through them, the veins in the bark,
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I flicked back my blonde hair,
It set alight on a damaged cable,
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I love her loads as a dear sweet friend,
Kaylee, this is for you! *hug* :f :D
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But it would be the only thing that ever knew,
The secret of the dead,
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