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Spinning in the radiant moonlight, like a dark hulking
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Across the river Styx, once you’ve died, / To walk with the shades on the other side. / Faces of the murdered, shadows of the dead, / Will
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Battling, he fights, pure pain on his cheeks, / His tears are falling, trickling like salted blood. / His heart trembles like a timorous mouse – he’s prey / To some illicit underground monster, chained, leashed. / An
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Pulsing music, notes swell and fall, / with all the intensity of crashing waves / that hurl their weight / against the cool even sands. / M
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Upon their isle they lay in wait/ Their voices singing of sweet sorrows, / Wavering on the misted ocean breeze/ Entrancing young sa
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Succumb to the Devil's Bliss, / Release thy soul with the Reaper's kiss, / Breath thy final breath, / Give up life, give unto Death. / Look
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This is kind of a metaphor and a love poem as well.
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In the age, the quiet man Had come again, into this land
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by Shenton
14 lines, 9 comments,
on Mar 4 5:04 PM 2007. In Myth
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Like a racing leaden arrow I was struck
Upon my chest and daintily I digressed
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How lovely she is bedecked in silks and gems
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Pirates of the skies, Crows prey on my street.
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Ariadne lent the thread,
Theseus followed where it led.
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Like a phoenix rising, climbing to the heavens...
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