Come feel my love, the sweet desire,

Lay your snow on my funeral pyre. 

Ashes blown in the night owls eye,

And sang my heart this lustrous fire. 

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How many moons have shimmered past,

Too many wars have come to last.  

Only Tragedy befalls arrogance of man,

Let’s flee my love, to the god’s great land. 

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Float in the silver sun, carry me too, 

Our lore shall be passed like a kissing fuel. 

And when we shall become a saddest past,

Come be my love, my darkest cast. 

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Your body is my shrine, a grotesque blend. 

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We shall elope with summer winds, 

Our path we’ll have winter entwined. 

And when the morning current sores,

Hold my hands in your darkest shores. 

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Embrace my heart, this stranded creep,

Your broken part is mine to keep. 

Beyond all lies, your pieces I hold,

To fix it with my crimson gold. 

 

-Poetbabu