How so long ago, should a storm
rage a millennium so
within reaches of the darkest night
I solemnly swear to bare your bite
temptress of the deepest fires
a time left raped and mutilated
so lies the forgotten,
the forgotten ones,
It rains the blood of the weak and
the untrue
a symphony of deteriorating vows
of mortal defeat ,empty themselves
of played lives and constant reprieve
those whom don't stop the cure and
forgiveness
suffer to be just and always alone.
.lest you reveal the dead for us
too see a wreath of nails ayour wealth.
©munch77
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