Love

All is quiet, only a dog barking rythmically slow. 
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 You breath magic stagnant with emotions now. 
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The shadows of an old tree howls through its leaves. 
A cold space within some heartfelt chamber 
Holds moonlight framing a blood stained carpet. 
Branches of this wintered oak scratch a spirited window, 
Screetches fill the air ebbingly calm, tugging at your soul. 
This tapestry symbolised in crimson murder. 
Smilingly you gaze at the scars on your face, 
A teardrop drips from your wounds onto the celestial lake 
Filled with memories that burn like fire, 
That fueled your love and satisfied your deepest desires. 
In a frame, in the endless distance, 
Her photo you see with memories that burn you like fire, 
So you set it alight, 
Murdering the last drops of your love you held for her, 
Fading it away, into the night... 
:-)