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Feb 2010
My loss remains an unspoken word.
My ears are deaf, though I have heard
The Silence creep across my face.
I sleep at night with forgotten grace.

The voice that reigned as if my Lord
Falls quiet amongst the boisterous horde
Of Night Fiends and creatures that claw at my bed.
Sometimes I feel I waken as one of the dead.

And Silence is the enemy.
(c) Lady D'Los February 2010
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Lady D'Los
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