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Post by Izabella Riddle on Dec 19, 2009 16:35:10 GMT -5
The shadows flicker In the light of A thousand candles
No moon lights the sky Clouds shield the stars From the sight of the world
The old marble stones Hear not the tears That fall in the endless dark
White blurs to red As liquid fire trails From wounds of never ending pain
The bell tower calls out Into the silence of the night The end of a line
Porcelain shatters as it falls Sharp silver lies forgotten As sins come to an end
Truth is never known Blood washed away Lies are forgotten as the sun rises
December 11, 2009
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