and they whirled
the silver bullets
racketing
morte they should bring
vanquished foes
bodies of paralyzed enemies
lay scattered
the bride's veil
her rose and her blush
gone too
all here
the centre of my being
the eye of the storm.
why do thee weep still
all is over
all is done
and tomorrow we shall take our our leave
from this plane and find others to destroy
why cry child?
wipe your tears
and find your teeth
for i know the will is there still
i see them
as clearly as diamond's shine.
Hopeless Romantic. Grounded Realist. Jaded Cynic.Indignant Sputtering of A Recalcitrant Insomniac
Monday, February 22, 2010
Posted by Sakura Kira Hikari at 9:48 AM
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