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I am a walking breeze of sticks and skin.
A dark crusade is about to begin.
The weather looms on a dark dark day.
Where it ends, no one can say.
Beware the darkening of the moon.
A silent night brings about your doom.
Hide behind those kitchen lights.
A tale i tell of evening freights.
A man and woman dressed in veil.
Pronounced this evening a wedding gale.
A sad end to a beautiful thing.
When one man lost his wedding ring.
The woman scorned by a late night.
Thought man was cheating and began to fight.
Alas the man had lost his nerve.
And gave the woman her just deserved.
And blood stained the walls with deep deep red.
Soaked the sheets until she dead.
His hands trembled with sheer terror.
Living with the guilt forever and ever.
A rope he tied around the light.
Around that lamp so very tight.
Hanging and swinging left to right.
Beware the moon on this dark dark night.
And so my tale ends with a twist.
Don't lose or forget, you get the gist.
For a long lost wedding ring
Can bring about the end to everything.
~Cal Rider
- by DanzaThePariah |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 03/03/2015 |
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- Title: A breeze of sticks and skin
- Artist: DanzaThePariah
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Description:
I present to you now a tale of a tell about a man who lost and was destined to lose.
Hope you guys like it. - Date: 03/03/2015
- Tags: breeze sticks skin
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