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tarfroberts
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Shadow to eternity, Victim to time.

Anna

Shadow to eternity,

Victim to time.

Reaper,

No lights,

Desiring verbal liberty,

Yet, falling deeper,

Into daunting lies.

Tears, No drops.

Pain, No heart.

Inhaling dark colours,

O' death.

Flute o' evil,

Tainting innocent wands;

Thugged by heel,

Dragged to abyss,

O' abscent time.

Prestigious,

Crowned with abyssal charms.

Knitting purple stars,

To vapor.

Server,

Was she;

Cursed,

By iniquity;

Loping upon dark murderous clouds,

As thorns o' terror,

Thistles noon-day.

Yellow to ocean,

Purple to time,

Head-hunter in middle east,

Drenching her prey,

To ghoulish memory.

Hung at neck,

Swaying on eternity,

Was beautiful Anna,

Treading time,

In absence o' mortality.

Vying was she,

For escape from tainting mockery,

Flaring the shadows,

Morbid life.

This time,

Somewhere within,

Those final seconds of consciousness,

As she released her final gasp to ceiling,

Her mortal escape,

Came alive.

- Frostic

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