Making peace
Sinister destiny locked me away in seclusion Banishing sunlight from ever dancing on my door, The nightingales once beautiful perched on the branches Shall be but a mournful sound evermore. Bitterness drips like water from a rusty anchor To stain the soul and erode the beauty within, Roses fade and rot on the poisoned ground A heart destroyed by love instead of sin. For my heart was tossed upon the stony soil With roots about, gnarled, angry and cold, Forever snaring my blood from beating through And secrets of love once strong have died untold.
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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...
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