Removing My Reaping Curse

July 11, 2010
The woods are lovely dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep.
And miles to go before I sleep.

But deep I go without my rest.
This aching feeling in my breast.
This burning passion in my chest.

This one feeling keeps me going.
All the while as it's growing.
My inside churning, blood flowing.

Until I reach my final quest.
For you I'll take on any test.
Disreguarding every request.

Until the promises I keep.
Farther, farther I travel deep.
Many a mile without sleep.

For you I give my heart and life.
For you I destroy all my strife.
Destroying all with my black knife.
The woods are lovely dark and deep.
Your warmth stopping all that I weep.
Removing the curse that I reap.

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