Dungeons and Dragons
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To pour lifes words from the chalice into ones soul; thirsting ~
Never be it quenched; living waters, cascading from loves fountain
Into these eyes; and let not anothers breath, be the vision as of mine...
Carved this knife to slice fervent veins clingling, unto amissful sight; bite
The sepulcher of my throat; spewing black sediment into the sky
That I may bleed these shadows from my heart; amputating yesterdays
Poisons, amid tomorrows crimsons tongue...
Drain living waters into my soul that I may not bow at the altar
Of sorrows; casting away loves treasured gifts left strewn in forgotten dust
Carried into the ambient winds of tears; perdition now its conjured home
No, I shall not be left to rot in hades no matter how far it is I may fall...
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...“Dungeons and Dragons” ~
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