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Tonight, this nightThis night of nights
Oh such a sight!
To see her face brings sheer delight
Lo God! Redeem my deserved blight
For then I might
See her face
Her tress so dark flows through in waves
So notice men, both valiant and knave
As dead souls dance behind begotten graves
I hide in shadow beyond reach of light
In this darkness
I reach the threshold of her chamber inn
ensuring it be not that of her kin
I rap three times like the bird of lore
The dark winged evil who quoth "Nevermore"
"Be kind, be gentle, my darling please-
To have me with you would put your heart at ease
So go on my darling, my love, and my dear
Gaze upon the countenance of this devil's veneer"
I ask her, "My love, dost thou want mine sin?"
As I heard the latch open, she did let me in
I stared into her eyes
This unholy of nights
I stared into her eyes
I knew then she was mine
I took her away into perillous flight
I took her away tonight, this night.
From the ashesFrom the ashes I rise
Taking in life's new breaths
I awake from this cursed dream
To view the flame of the new life
I rise to embrace this challenge
This life though new still
The flame of eternity burns bright
Deep within my very soul
To face this trial
To duel with tribulation
Only to have my light burnt out
My fire now extinguished
I fall to the ground
Ashes and Dust
Tomorrow remains yet another day
From the ashes I rise
Born once again
If only I could make it go away
If only I could make you stay
If only I could turn back time
If only I could make you mine
If only I could just believe
If only it was just you and me
If only I could tell her why
If only I could see her eyes
If only I could dry her tears
If only I could destroy her fears
If only I could tell her how I truly feel
If only she'd notice this is real
If only I didnt feel this wretched sting
If only I could tell her all these things
Confessions pt.1She sat directly across from me at the table in the small restraunt. She set her purse, coupled with her personal belongings next to her in that tiny booth, and withdrew a tiny pocket-sized mirror from inside it, to look at her own reflection. She closed her mirror, returned it to her purse, and stared directly into my eyes.
"So. Tell me what it was like. I want to know everything about it. Every single little detail."
She told me, as I gazed back at her, noticing tiny drops of rain begining to hit the window to my immediate left. I turned my head to face the window, seeing the rain clouds over-head. I brushed some of the shaggy blonde hair out of my eyes, and heaved a heavy sigh. She was simply asking me to recall what could arguably be the best, and worst time of my life. I turned my head back to her, and looked back to her green eyes with my own. She rested her chin on the fist of her left hand. I noticed the tiny freckles she had on her nose, and under her eyes. Her radiant red hai
Ramifications"Please... Dont... Please dont go."
My words stammered through my trembling lips. I sat, almost lifeless, my body shaking against the concrete floor. I couldnt think of any one thing I could have ever possibly wanted more in my life, than to have her hand in my own right now. I reached out, extended my arm as far as I could reach, but felt nothing. The entire left side of my body began to grow numb from the loss of blood. My vision was unclear, as were my thoughts.
My legs curled up to my chest, making my subconcious realize that I was colder than I truly suspected. My body ached. It shivered ever more violently now. I cursed God. I cursed her. I cursed anyone and everyone who ever gave me some feeble sense of hope. I shuddered again, as more tears spilled out of my eyes. I closed them immediately to view a cascade of memory wash upon my mind's eye.
This is Hell...
I thought to myself, as I could see her face so vividly, so clearly as though she were standing right in front of me
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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