Morning prayers

A thirst or a curse 
A poison drunk or worse 
And why so high 
Is it I fly? 

Passion at height 
A vixen in sight 
My soul thus burns 
From flaming light 

Why oh why 
I look up high 
Within my heart 
A hopeless sigh 

I dream I scream 
Sometimes I plead 
Shall I hate this fate? 
Or am I fated to hate? 

And blood the beds 
With hearts and red 
You spell the doom 
Of a wise old fool



May 24, 2015 at 6:57pm

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