Beth DeChamplain Poems

This betrayal has ripped the last pathetic seam,
and my mind pours out a very demonic dream.
Twice, not once, I have spared you your life!
Three time's the charm, and I shall leave you in strife.
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World of unity, please listen to me.
We, the people, need you sooner than ever before.
We need the guidance of happiness, serenity of a spiritual union,
and the peace of a brighter future.
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Run against the bitter river,
where it flows so deep and cold.
Watch the fish that swim and quiver,
for their lives are not theirs to hold.
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A mirror never lies.
It shows you your reflection,
but never look into your eyes.
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The night falls with the weight of a wool blanket,
and traps the warmth needed to make us desire.
We are of the young at heart,
and our minds are of wild passion.
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Do you dream of the longest stretch of gravel and dust,
and look to the mountains with the gleaming eyes of lust?
Follow me, my friend, to a road not so true;
The night holds a promise, though, and is it only to you?
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