There will come a day
When you wake to her sleeping
In solace enrapturing
Silence of mourning
All of her elegance muted in slumber
Appearing to you in its muses no longer
For furies at war in your head are the thunder
Of Zeus' insatiable ravishment hunger
Now tearing asunder your hearts in the void
As the distance impending consumes you, destroyed
Is the union you knew to be true in its love
But the one you feel isn't yet with you
Above
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 7:57 AM UTC
There will come a day
When you wake to her sleeping
In solace enrapturing
Silence of mourning
All of her elegance muted in slumber
Appearing to you in its muses no longer
For furies at war in your head are the thunder
Of Zeus' insatiable ravishment hunger
Now tearing asunder your hearts in the void
As the distance impending consumes you, destroyed
Is the union you knew to be true in its love
But the one you feel isn't yet with you
Above
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