Sorrow's Reach
I was bored.
And twice have I sinned on the mask of twilight's' call,
My path shudders in ill pain, oh the places I have been,
Spring has emptied its' sacred timing into the hands of fall,
But I, oh I, have seen the devils all,
Three summers have passed since I have lain to waste,
What thy whispers condemn, I salivate for,
My tongue waters for the dead man's crimes' taste,
Satan hasn't the temptation or the hopes for my soul to be allured,
Now as my life dwindles, I can't stop the thoughts of before,
Crimson stains wrought the below of my faults,
Emerald daunts my hollowed desires,
In her I have created my deadly cult,
Flimsy lust dipped in my haughty passionate fire,
It was true; thy lips have been liars,
The way her skin paled against the beauty of the moon,
Oh, Lord, and her ravishing curls bit my touch like feathers across calices,
Yet death has tricked this old fool, who has given debt all too soon,
Reaper appeared and smite her, as if one of his many chalices,
What is a scale without the cheaters' balances?
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