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Ayesha Khan Jan 2013
Your silhouette in a field of truth,
I see but a pulsating blackness,
That oozes and slithers out of your obnoxious form.
And takes pleasure from wounding innocence
I can see it ripple in sadistic delight
As if it weren't just my imagination spurting wings
The ebon feeds on their screams and whimpers,
And their pain and hurt bleeds through ,
All into a river of sorrow that flows for an eternity,
And on the banks of which,
The darkness drinks of, then retreat to its;
Primrose path.
Ayesha Khan Nov 2012
I waited while you reached to my aphotic depths,
Felt you caress my heart of hearts with your being,
Even as my breathing came in gasps,
And sweat beads on my collarbone,
My tensed body, quiescent at its core converses of,
My irrevocable, unhinged addiction,
To the way you weave into me,
The fiber of life in intricate patterns,
Beautiful, like you.
It hurts.. ecstatically,
Like my soul in cimmerian delirium,
Trance-like;
When you take my Eldunari,
With you,
When you leave.
Might make more sense if you've read Eragon :)

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