douglas Posted April 10, 2015 Share Posted April 10, 2015 He was taken to the silent, barren place Where a gilded mirror was held up to his face So that he could examine the fadingHigh brittle cheek bones Lips with a waning blushAnd translucent skin losing its luminescenceA decomposing visage framed by silver hairA temporary creatureMidway upon the inevitableJourney all must faceAnd on windy nights when he lay aloneCaressing the fading fragility of his physicalityContemplating the Great TransitionHe was eerily confrontedBy the mournful songsOf the Angels of TransienceShape-shifting and flickering faintlyAbove himLike ghost lightning And he would think:My life is out of timeDown here on EarthWithin my heart there rests a persistent full moonMy spirit is as a vampireFeeding off my bloodGradually causing my bodyTo wither and decayAnd one dayI shall entirely fall away We are all creatures destined to dieDespite the witchcraft we try to conjure The pink rose blooms and crumblesThe white candle always turns blackAnd we can never take our words or actions back Quote To receive love, you have to give it... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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