WHERE I WAS

Murdered by passion
A pauper I once was
A king I thought once
With little non-existence
Conveyed my incredible views

Flee in diverse
Edged in traverse
In whirlwind
Like death breed

My feast of fortune
The blood of deities
Resting on my spite
And took my conscience

Beyond the waters
I stood in poise
Sacrificing my flesh
For the dead to feed

My seed I cried for
My half I remembered
To this day that ceased
My blood from mortality




Poetry by Owen
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Written on 2007-02-01 at 18:36

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