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ThisDon't look that way with your soft scrutiny: Nobody within holds your solution. Hark not to your soul's daring mutiny As it looks sadly for absolution. Look this way, darling, and this way again, That I might distinguish your hair so brown, Your two navy dots in front of your brain, And as long as I might say, your gold crown. May spirits with wings allow you your charm Against all that would call you unskillful, And allow for your good soul's wards from harm That spawn from you, so godly and willful.This
by ~MorsMortisAiunt
EleazarWhen with my fragile mortality faced, My greed, of my fears, seeks to deflower, And of my entire being would devour So as for my fairness to remain chaste. Though my own fairness I would lay to waste, Such bravery is not in my power; From this blasphemous fate do I cower, And from my mind is incentive erased.Eleazar
As the star of Heaven bleeds from the North, A tempest raging on the tranquil sea As the Fallen Angel shall always be, I pray my eternity might come forth. A soliloquy said but never felt: "O, that this too too solid flesh would melt."
by ~MorsMortisAiunt
OuiPast the entanglements of blood and bone Lies the waiting messenger of the gate; Though many here enter to challenge fate, One of sound mind never journeys alone. Now listen as the floorboards start to groan, Skeptics suddenly resigned to their fate; Mind deserts body to pass through the gate, So wait silently for the fatal moan.Oui
Eyes fixate onto the immortal board While lips move to ask if he will bring woe; Perish the thought or perish!-he says no, And the skeptic's comfort is soon restored. Worry not when your arms begin to tire; All the same, you, too, wi
by ~MorsMortisAiunt
Reverse-dThe girl had eyes like lamplight fire And they glowed with the sins of February, Fiercely ignorant and charmingly unaware Of the loneliness of her condition. With the sound of a dying bird She felt her heart crack and shrivel, Dry wood in a smoking bonfire.Reverse-d
Someone run and tell Jane That train doesn't stop here anymore.
Now tell me what you're doing, darling, And I can make you unafraid. Twenty-eight days is far too long For my lamplight girl to be caught here; I won't let my dying bird be lonely anymore.
by ~MorsMortisAiunt
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