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Death

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Dark Muse
, 09-21-2009 at 06:19 PM (1135 Views)
Death

Death:
a sweet serenade
touch of cold lips
falling into darkness.

Death:
carries me away
upon the Rive Styx
skies forever in twilight.

Death:
whispers in my dreams
tempting me away
to dance into eternity.

Death:
songs of the forgotten
empty watching faces
behind their frozen masks.

Death:
music of the soul
a beautiful tragedy
caught in the arms of death.
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  1. DanielBenoit's Avatar
    I escpecially liked the opening

    Death:
    a sweet serenade
    touch of cold lips
    falling into darkness.
    "a sweet serenade", I would only think that you would be one to write such a line.
  2. Dark Muse's Avatar
    Hehe thank you
  3. mtpspur's Avatar
    I swear I've been missing some of your stuff lately but when I read this one I thought--Dark Muse--The Romantic Period.
  4. Dark Muse's Avatar
    hahaha that is funny