Parting Death by Tides
. . . And so Steps The Door
Creeping, crawling on edge of your sword drawn
Bowing head, tongue in dread, words of sorrow fall
Crying, dying a heartbeat at the falling dark dawn.
Trembling woman’s, her lands, not one, but all.
She’s glaring through your eyes of fire
Ignoring a song, a tune sung in-love gone by.
You beg, the stolen keg touching the lyre.
Her brunette hair, despises the air, and lives the lie.
Fantasy known, then unknown, she slides
You cry aloud, only her cloud, now just gone.
Giggling, she hurts you, desserts you on ride.
Waves grow angry, ravens singing, oh, dead bone.
Her footsteps fade with tide’s cold death
Her face, her brunette hair, lying still.
Your tears fail, your tongue hails she courts muted breath.
Body so still, no life, no kill, crying until.
Lonely you walk, no more evil crawl
Serpents laugh, crickets sleep, midnight near.
His love was tall, she was his all.
No more will she with stars appear.
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