Savage lands bare all life, depraved -Progress reaped from primal battles waged
Be vandal, than gentle dweller,
Counted by more viscious prey;
Hardpressed to walk
Eternally amongst the grave.
To have grown to know my ailments
and remain unnervingly Divine
One would surmise:
This Woman must have
always courted pain.
I sense within my core
The fiercest of hearts in shackles -
Felled by a love's entrancing beauty
As would burn bright a spreading flame.
She walks, though implicit of my crimes!
With pressed lips,
Cheating mine of innocence.
The culprit, cradled by the night, remains;
With choice of stolen hearts and minds.
The cost to free a fire-tempered soul
And find her love an altruist un-chained.
To have valued devotion
and thus I write Divine
She embraced the beast
Within this ruthless man.
A Moonlit piano sings of life's great works.
A starlit night framed for adoration.
Like your ever vindicating love,
Not the least of Guilty men dare question.
Between starved lines of manifested fears,
Might I find a new Lenoire in waiting.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC
Savage lands bare all life, depraved -Progress reaped from primal battles waged
Be vandal, than gentle dweller,
Counted by more viscious prey;
Hardpressed to walk
Eternally amongst the grave.
To have grown to know my ailments
and remain unnervingly Divine
One would surmise:
This Woman must have
always courted pain.
I sense within my core
The fiercest of hearts in shackles -
Felled by a love's entrancing beauty
As would burn bright a spreading flame.
She walks, though implicit of my crimes!
With pressed lips,
Cheating mine of innocence.
The culprit, cradled by the night, remains;
With choice of stolen hearts and minds.
The cost to free a fire-tempered soul
And find her love an altruist un-chained.
To have valued devotion
and thus I write Divine
She embraced the beast
Within this ruthless man.
A Moonlit piano sings of life's great works.
A starlit night framed for adoration.
Like your ever vindicating love,
Not the least of Guilty men dare question.
Between starved lines of manifested fears,
Might I find a new Lenoire in waiting.
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