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Tis the lightbulb went out The sanctuary's gone dim Mine vitality ****** from under me Hell grabbed be in its abyss; The burning is underneath me Henceforth burning mine lashes Mine screaming canst not be heard Mine liquid fired to Ashes.... Mine bulbed lenses Singe inside mine sockets Buck naked for all to see No shirt, sleeves , nor pocket's..... Just agony of death, Clinching it's underworld teeth Until I saw an entity Put the life back into me.... This same lass bypassed The portway to anubis She hadst taken broken bone and glass Just to deliver me from Satan's whip.... She tooketh me from crevasse gulf She granted me just one wish I wished I couldst serveth her the rest of mine day's And from her to get one kiss.... She saidst thy wish shalt be granted And she pecked me on mine cheek Leaving angelic dust Mark's As tis mine legs went weak.... Mine health returned to me One hundred fold in a flash, She crossed the lines of hell Just so mine life couldst last.... So now I go Unto her throne, And sing for her as her muse And when she's down, I cometh around, And play her romance tunes...... ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Elsa Angelica dedication
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Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
Romance tunes
Tis the lightbulb went out The sanctuary's gone dim Mine vitality ****** from under me Hell grabbed be in its abyss; The burning is underneath me Henceforth burning mine lashes Mine screaming canst not be heard Mine liquid fired to Ashes.... Mine bulbed lenses Singe inside mine sockets Buck naked for all to see No shirt, sleeves , nor pocket's..... Just agony of death, Clinching it's underworld teeth Until I saw an entity Put the life back into me.... This same lass bypassed The portway to anubis She hadst taken broken bone and glass Just to deliver me from Satan's whip.... She tooketh me from crevasse gulf She granted me just one wish I wished I couldst serveth her the rest of mine day's And from her to get one kiss.... She saidst thy wish shalt be granted And she pecked me on mine cheek Leaving angelic dust Mark's As tis mine legs went weak.... Mine health returned to me One hundred fold in a flash, She crossed the lines of hell Just so mine life couldst last.... So now I go Unto her throne, And sing for her as her muse And when she's down, I cometh around, And play her romance tunes...... ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Elsa Angelica dedication
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Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
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