Her Broken Grave

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..."Oh my Beloved, were you not told? Dust is forgotten, in wake of the Soul...-Duncan T ElliottThis writing has been rated by 1 members, resulting in a rating of 78.6% overall. Below is a breakdown of these results: | |
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Shallow grief, twisting vine
Eternal pair left behind
Leaves to shudder, needles musk
Upon the water, darkened dust
The wind begins to howl and moan,
Another night he now must own
Starlit eyes...silver tears
Death is not, what he now fears
Drink from silent streams
Fear not, the waking dream
The rose he bears under stars above
In memory of the one he loves
Cold winds batter
Torment his soul
His fate this evening
He'll never know
Every night, he stays till day
To cry, by her broken grave,
This last time he carries his heart,
Over and over...He leaves their mark
Life has less purpose,
As it would seem
It helps to remember
All She ever meant to Me.