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  The Sunset of Our Youth

  

  By Aepherion, Bowling Green, KY

  This is the sunset of our youth; The great fount has, at last, run dry. Our age will show; this is the truth, And night shall rise past midnight high. O mournful morn that cradled me And my comrades through childhood, ‘Tis not your time. You shall recede Beyond the mists within the wood ...
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  From Silence to Still

  

  By Aepherion, Bowling Green, KY

  The tacit voice speaks stronger emotions Than he that proclaims his intent with zeal. Know that life is rife with false devotions Tucked behind the veil of all that is real. This path you go on, the quest of your life Which winds yon past the sheltered innocence, Leads many to the respite of t...
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  A Dance in Thunder

  

  By Aepherion, Bowling Green, KY

  Wouldn't you watch storms with me, Dancing for eternity While typhoons carry us away Beyond our cares and 'yond life's bay? Come along and twirl with lightning; Trust me! It's joyful and exciting! Come and throw your woes past the sea, And watch this tempest with only me. ...
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  Death Is

  

  By Aepherion, Bowling Green, KY

  Death is a beautiful woman Who lies in silence and sleeps with secrets. Marred not is she by life’s vile vermin Or affected by amorous cuts. She knows us all and breathes us all, For it is time for all to fall. Death is a wandering minstrel Who sings his song of melancholy To al...
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  Alone: Based on "Deep In Earth"

  

  By Aepherion, Bowling Green, KY

  Deep in earth my love is lying, And I must weep alone. I feel as if I am dying And can't find my way home. Radiant was my maiden dearest, Yet she's languished alone. Effulgence leaves with fitful rest In dreams unseen, unknown. Heartache engulfs my whole being In agony, alone....
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  Mourning Never Comes

  

  By Aepherion, Bowling Green, KY

  The paean of the bells brings pain to my ears. Only Poe would understand my realized fears: For then, my heart quickens as the beat of a drum When I realize that mourning never comes. The lilt of life is, by the bells, accost. A death, in lieu of life, was the cost, And the transaction had w...
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  Secret of the Winds

  

  By Aepherion, Bowling Green, KY

  Whisp'ring winds, sing sweet to me, And all your secrets blesséd be; Yet, there be not divinity, No single spark within the world so weak. Oh, ye winds! that sing, please speak; Herald the truth or lies to strong and meek. Wond'rous winds that whisper, sing, and speak Nonchalant...