Vacancy

November 9, 2011
By Anonymous

Fortnight into illuminate August,
You were an intricate earthen path
Stumbling without knowledge,
She was drawn to me,
As if Isis were
Clutching contentment.

Ascending through a vivid field of flowers,
Worriedly watching Osiris,
Angel of Death
Took her in native crimson,
From that angelic October meadow,
On lonely November fourth,
I was as empty as her.



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