golden
By tristessa
like a warrior i charge through the darkness for the sun creeps silent in fiery bursts and the rosy clouds of dawn are barren of tears for the sunlight would drive them away and this sun is my chariot, the wings on my feet to flee the phantoms keeping my eyes downcast and to run from wind's tired, sorrowful gasps and the shadows holding me to my chains for this golden priestess, eyes of glowing coal whose voice is the arrow in my demons' hearts: to she i run, through black mists of endless nights beyond ghouls of dark memories; unto light of a hovering sun, that bathes on my face as her gaze and the whispers and sorrows are left in my wake for i hear none but the sound of her voice Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 12:47 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"like a warrior i charge through the darkness..."