Arched across the balustrade,
Silently keening
A poignant, broken elegy
Unceasing refrains and requiems;
Touch of death unveiled
Ever so gentle,
Wicked in its false lies
And beguiling sweet façade.
Crimson, staining
Seeping through the depths,
Oh how savage,
Cruelly taunting, vicious.
And yet all that we saw,
Was a halo shining bright
A bringer of of life and death
In calming repose, an angel.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 6:16 AM UTC
Arched across the balustrade,
Silently keening
A poignant, broken elegy
Unceasing refrains and requiems;
Touch of death unveiled
Ever so gentle,
Wicked in its false lies
And beguiling sweet façade.
Crimson, staining
Seeping through the depths,
Oh how savage,
Cruelly taunting, vicious.
And yet all that we saw,
Was a halo shining bright
A bringer of of life and death
In calming repose, an angel.
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