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By NonyeTheperegrine on 11/12/2013
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Can the old be born anew?
Where all strokes meant smiles of you
Can we submit to those golden days?
When butterflies were all you gave

I sit and write to you my queen
Your sight was a marvel to my entire being
When I first met you, I awoke from my dreams
But even in slumber, I knew this would be

In distance and space the heart acquaints
On lonely nights my soul you did appease
Your words were like waterfall to my body
In your absence I died twice before morning

Unquestionable where these feelings you gave
Not a sorcerers presumption could have been obeyed
We owned the world, against preys we fought
To protect our baby in naivety, this I thought

A coward dies a thousand times before their death
Deluded with scents of roses and wine she sent
Sweet scents in time attracts the earthen bees
What is left of pollen grains after the bees leave?

The brave escapes to fight another day
Escape had no sweetener or brilliant pay
Waiting on a signal for return of new hay
Lonely is the heart with no place to lay

You, my queen are a nobless phantom
Torture and grief you gave in your mansion
Like a punctured balloon your words soon diffused
Epidermis of delusion, your mind races in confusion!

Have you seen the craftsman upon your love did forge?
Did he too ask for a bargain of one night to lodge?
In our bed of obnoxionism and adulterated lies
Under our sheet of friendly foes who dine!

Cursed is the hour our hearts were betrothed!
Unforgiveable the minutes our curiosity we fed!
Destruction to the temple upon which false promises you tied!
The warrior suffereth pain and no gain but never dies...

You my queen, your heart I still embrace
Your pillars I still long to behold in faith
Your throne knows no other in our dwelling place
Until your return, this scene I choose to begone!
When fate you seek, follow my footprints on the lawn!


Alis volat propriis...

? By NonyeTheperegrine On 11/12/2013 9:07:19 AM
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