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The Haunting

If in a thousand years,
You would dry my tears,
And appear at my side.
If in a thousand lives,
You still bear those knives,
Don’t tell me that you lied.
Was it you who touched my hand?
Was it something you didn’t plan?
I can’t see you tonight.
If I set your place at dinner,
Will you attend, my beautiful sinner?
Don’t curse me with this sight.
Tell me who threw your ashes,
As we watch the lightning flashes,
Please leave me in peace.
How far do you fly?
How much do you defy?
Give me my sweet release.
I can hear your voice,
This was never my choice,
“Oh, my little girl”
Death swifts his wings,
Crumbles empires, kings,
Your devil wings unfurl.
My organ grinder has broken
And your dance remains unspoken
I love the way you speak
My dresses are all torn
And your eyes are full of thorns
You love the way I shriek
I’m almost afraid of you
I despise to admit the taboo
Where are you now?
Will you wait for the sun to rise?
Take time to say your goodbyes.
I dare you now to break your vow.
R K Summers
Friday, February 12, 2010
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