Broken Glories, Life Achieved
i search in blindness effigyin what you are and used to be
to see the stars that crack the dark
the flame of poets, of life the spark
the caressing bane, the sweet serpent
the broken throne, my knees are bent
for by thine consent i breathe and live
nothing to lose and all to give
Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-04-18 at 22:51
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