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Succumbed to Dionysus' will. We wallowed together out of the door. We left them behind, the moment stood still. The hand of Apollo seems to urge more, For I express what I most love and fear. You are the great secret that I adore. Aphrodite seeming to interfere With our forbidden moment that kills time. The harrowing stars is what brings us near. How do I express our moment in rhyme? I caught you here in my arms as you fell, our song played in a harmonious chime. Ananke bares upon this twisted hell That inevitably will make us one. How long will we continue to rebel? Mnemosyne remembers the past we shun, And she now sees the moment in our eyes. When, I wonder with this, shall we be done? Right now you hide not behind all the lies Our faces close, we are about to kiss, The interruption led to its demise Perses, the one who creates our ill bliss, Is also the destructor of all we Ever hope to both love and to e'er miss. Now all that will be left is you and me, and our moment though close, ne'er came to be.
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 12:48 PM UTC
The Moment
Succumbed to Dionysus' will. We wallowed together out of the door. We left them behind, the moment stood still. The hand of Apollo seems to urge more, For I express what I most love and fear. You are the great secret that I adore. Aphrodite seeming to interfere With our forbidden moment that kills time. The harrowing stars is what brings us near. How do I express our moment in rhyme? I caught you here in my arms as you fell, our song played in a harmonious chime. Ananke bares upon this twisted hell That inevitably will make us one. How long will we continue to rebel? Mnemosyne remembers the past we shun, And she now sees the moment in our eyes. When, I wonder with this, shall we be done? Right now you hide not behind all the lies Our faces close, we are about to kiss, The interruption led to its demise Perses, the one who creates our ill bliss, Is also the destructor of all we Ever hope to both love and to e'er miss. Now all that will be left is you and me, and our moment though close, ne'er came to be.
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doug-dombrowik
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 12:48 PM UTC
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