'Quietly, quiet.'
By blackheart
Savage in the dark-night, Those blood red hands i seek, To fasten 'round my open neck, To weaker make the already weak! Divine be steps upon which stand, The lady dark, with night to brand, A soul in which the twilight steps, Quietly, Quietly, Quiet. Brazen in the dark-night, A clap against the powder grey, To deafen all who take a chance, To leave us nothing, not a trace! Divine be fingers upon a hand, To ready be for every man, That away in darkness tries to step, Quietly, Quietly, Quiet. Believe in the dark-night, For the glisten will not pass, Blinking on my open chest, A scar that will forever last! Divine be grave upon her land, So please my friends, understand, That no-one leaves, you cannot step, Quietly, Quietly, Quiet. Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 07:40 PM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"Savage in the dark-night,..."