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Vacant Streams by Quintessence


 

I held out a hand to you

you passed me by

You got lost in the storm

rain fell from the sky.

 

You hit the ground running

life became dull, now so much glowing

all-seeing, all-knowing

pain never showing

darkness was growing.

 

Breaking, forsaking

shivering, shaking

internally quaking

while inside you’re aching.

 

You became vacant

illusion for sight

the wave of emotion

alien of the night.

The Ice-Emerald Princess

Lourdes of the Mist

birth of a predator

hearts held in fist.

 

A river of legacy

lay at your feet

scent of the sorcerer

disappear in abyss.

 

Splintered thorns of their bones

kissed by her waves

death does befall them

life that they all gave.

 

The scent of her flower

gone in the night

forgotten kisses on lips

dead in the night.

 

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Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson CopyRight Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015

Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson CopyRight Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015

 

 

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