By BlackenedRose on 12/24/2008
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Steely barbed fabric meets my fingers,
Crimson blood so dark staining beige,
Marking it as my own,
The shutters flap wildly from a wind nonexistent,
The time is coming,
Footfalls that never reach the stairs resound through the chambers,
My breath coming in short gasps,
Could it be he''s already come?
He''s here, at last?
Hours go by in a minute oh so slow,
I count the seconds by the twang of the archer''s silver bow,
Yet still it seems there is nothing, but me,
A soothing burn lies within my chest,
Coiling around my heart, a great snake, an adder,
Waiting for the time to strike, a fatal gift from its venomous bite,
I count a week in these hours, and I hear a voice,
There are scarce but three raps upon my door,
Before the snake starts to constrict, I feel faint,
Gasping, I''m drowning on air,
Because suddenly my world isn''t filled with limitless nothings,
Suddenly, you are here,
Concrete dances with bone, a sickening thud,
Pain I should feel, if I weren''t so numb,
I can''t believe that you are finally here,
I never believed that you,
You would come.
"What was summer like for you?"
She asked him with a smile
"What''s tomorrow without you?"
He silently replied"
© By BlackenedRose On 12/24/2008 12:42:27 AM