Thought.

A thought woke in my head.
It demanded me to hear.
"You are still not dead!"
What a strange thing, my dear.

"Who are you that speak?"
I asked out loud.
"The one you seek!"
Came the answer so proud.

"This is crude! Tell me now!"
I demanded then.
"How rude! I wont show."
It said and went away again.




Poetry by Lord DarkRaven
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Written on 2005-08-28 at 01:07

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