A Cauldron of Darkness
Knights in shining amour searching for her prayers
Protecting her from the angels of the spire
Longing for victims broken hearted
Unholy rapture calling out her name
Pleading with saints for her undying love
Words from a tale hauntingly familiar
A fevered dream at the gates of her awakening
Unable to hold on – as if nothing else matters
For the vagrant thoughts she once had
Holding the rosary chanting words of freedom
Looking for answers in the depth of despair
Pausing for moments of silence of a former life
Stripped bare, holding nothing but dreams
Running through her thoughts like cold rain
Evaporating in the mist of lost chances
A wanderer without purpose
Clutching to fragments of experience
A weary solace not all her own
Reaching out caressing ghostly visions
Swarming on the edges of desire
Light of release finally dawning
When she could feel…
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