Mural part three
By Fallen Girl
catharsis so fragile are you pristine seraph kneeling in shallow pool tears from Heaven lovingly scar you yet you catch them on your tounge tasting them like one thousand years before. how quite you are on this Beltane eve when the labrithine depths are bathed in the deepest hues of fallen angel sorrow. Release solitude, a cold, dark fear hidden in forgotten sanctuary you, serene decaying wings folded in bitter conceit praying, one final Sabbath how beautiful the night can be you, draw your chalice close to perfectly formed lips the sun also rises only to see you in perpetual slumber most merciful sun holding you in blind embrace you, sweet seraph this garden, you are home... lacey* Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 13 2002 04:35 PM PST 0 • 10
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