Treasure Island

Kristoffer Randolf Ramos

(September 30,1982 / VIRAC CATANDUANES)

Douceur Grave


Shred the rivers out of set of paragon
That found counsel from years
A spell where ravens lurks at silence in dismay
Pinioned with wings of seraphs to fly high asleep
Grave of soul that mortals won' dig deep
In death, tryst of sage years and rubicon
All mortals in grave go
Yet this grave of soul that speaks in rune
Meander on sandy mayhem in lovely loom
In time, not now, maybe in retrospect
Before mortal's dour sleep
Mortals will dig from this grave deep
To find the soul with all of what he gave
Plastinated in douceur grave

Submitted: Friday, July 02, 2010
Edited: Sunday, July 04, 2010
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