Does the velvet of night feel as soothing and warm
As your home from those long-forgotten dreams?
Does your soul recall all incision and seams
When moonfire embraces you blurring your form?
For the flight from the pit of undying disgrace
You must borrow the wings of westerly winds.
One last time you must bathe in the emberlight tints,
And the chill of Forever will steal thy trace.
01.01.05
Sacrifice
© Copyright: Дориан Лемэль, 2006
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