The Dream Chaser

January 28, 2010
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Beauty divine

Desire has a toll
Chasing the voice

Heed the path you tread
The winds drain from my hands

Fire will consume your life from within
I see it waiting upon the hill

False visions of love
Faltering my will I cannot hold still

Follow contempt and death will devour
Visions of wind, sand in my hands, lost I'm I

Come my lamb you are now dead
Purity stolen, now to burn in this land

All will see in time a kiss of desire is only required
No regrets, no sorrow, no remorse...

My lamb, crawl to your wind and see what is only true
Siren, muse, misleading wench took my soul

Your love a slave, pure desire lead you here
Redemption, rebirth, renew, atonement will never do

Lose all hope, lose all love, your mine now and forever
Siren, muse, demon of desire, at least I died at the hill of dreams

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Powd3er said...
Feb. 8, 2010 at 2:59 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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