The Voiceless Bard
By Night lord
Drowning in sorrows bittersweet Souls roasting over white fire Deep whithin burning desire Lost in an ocean of numbing lies Adrift, lost in turmoil Dreams vanquished blood begining to boil Drifting helplessly under a midnight moon Rolloing against waves of crystal shards Sinking, becoming The Voiceless Bard In terrifying temptation I sink Crimson coals for eyes I cannot blink Mountain streams crimson coals Deep within becoming cold Lungs turn green and begin to mold In etearnal lonliness I relize I've Become The voiceless Bard. Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 05:42 AM PST, Michael Jason Tester 18 • 0 • 1
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"Drowning in sorrows bittersweet..."