Tempest Temptress
Lady of the Rain,Guide my wind vane
Use the currents of thine own pains.
March the streets and soak the lame.
Quiet thoughts, and wicked ways mark the skin
Glistened with the rain
Step back marvel at the ways of the damned
Take retreat to the vortrex of your pains.
Men of clay come,
They seek common knowledge
Show them that here is yours
Throw them the precipitation of your years
Pain comes easy for the distressed
That admire and envy the damned
Their prison locks their ways. In retrospect we are all like The Lady of the Rain.
Copywright© 2006 Bekim Rauseo
Words by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-02-23 at 22:55
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