Lea Noir Poems

She has three faces, each a different hue.
One is light, one is dark, one is ocean-blue.
She shows them to you, but not all at once.
She switches them around, depending on the song.
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She plucked the midnight flower,
unaware of the curse that awaited her.
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The books say that with the years, there comes knowledge,
somehow I know now less than when I was a child.

I only know that the stars didn't shine anymore the way they used to.
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Great Mother, giver of life.
Beauty and bounty, peace and strife.
We are your children.
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I sit across from you in the dimly lit café
Your eyes are restless, your hands are stained with paint
Silent strangers inspect each other helpless
Tell me of your visions, your fears, your dreams
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I met art in the darkness of Eden
He kissed me with colors I was giving
He painted me with strokes of passion
Said that I taste like blood and rain
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I inherited your bloodstream,
and the mistakes committed long before my presence was bound

I inherited the scars pointing out the death of men,
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