Clutch of Love

Hating something so cruel 
All the memories that fold 
Anything beter would sufice 
But these thoughts keep like mould 
A test of wills and strength 
Being put through hell 
Being banished from the world 
Sent through emediate peril 
All for what? This pain put upon? 
A coldness so damned 
A chilling torture suicide tail 
But we come home 
Even with hearts filled with ashes 
 
Remember this : 
No end will come of this 
Our tears break down 
Our love dies with 
For we ladies of the north 
And back around 
Know where the truth lies 
Where the most powerful magics do occure 
 
Another blow dies hard 
And it is my breast that breaks the beat 
Nurturing the spawn that spreads 
It is I who will pay the vengance 
And with a lasting knowledge 
Risk The Pain 
The Hurt, The Suffering 
All of which form my end 
After years of hardship 
As it is our love  
That borns within the darkness

by lonedevil on 6 Nov 2005 at 19:09

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