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A baleful wind whips around her dress
Not knowing what it brings
It starts to bite and she begins to guess
That death is a long time coming

He clutches life and creates death
The gold he cannot find
Once more in his final breath
He kills what he loves

The old man held up by his staff
Deception in his words
Looking at the boy he starts to laugh
To the girl barely a glance.

She stands in front of a long lost grave
Knowing that it’s her fault
Vines begin to creep up their stone slave
It has been so lonely

This is not the only grave
Nor the only wood
For in his life there are many deaths
And its always her fault.
©2007-2009 ~musicinmyblood
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Im in a bad mood

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:iconenchanted-princess:
Dude .. i just loved it ...

anyhow g2g ...

nice one !

eP ..

.. just yellow ..
:iconquadraysko:
wow. i like it, and yet... i don't understand... i'm sorry.
:iconnintendo-goddess:
Ahhh poetry. What better way to get out your feelings!

It is absolutely beautiful. Very dark and mysterious. I like!

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I want me two balls of gluuuuuueeeeee to be my friend.

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