Make a song for
the unknown angel
whose pain still lingers
whose beautiful eyes shine
Singing a sorrow song
to drive away the pain
the bitterness of being
awakened by the thunder
Taken for a ride
with swift murmurs
empty promises of the moon
and its lure-ful beam
Raffled by sweet spoken
words of twisted muses
to awake alone stone cold
and bemused by the lone
Now so alone with
a sad hollow pillow
still fresh with the
venomous bites
Fighting the dullness
of the agonizing pain
abated and stranded
in the forest of maim
Grist-fully ground into
thousands little pieces
and then blown away
into the storm
just like the pride
The Wake is all
is left for the soul
the gone became the wings
and loving remained the only sin
By aurumium
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