And death
on my finger
flicked away
the Spider Black
died tonight.
And in this dark
for you, no escape
and it's distance
my poems bridge.
For decay
must, have its way
And she,
who
never judged
And dme
who would
never not,
write
the words of love.
And today,
your shield
still not raised,
though, he said
"It must be, this way".
Still you thirst
for the poet's, verse
for each
have danced
between your DNA.
And there
has cut,
his chosen shape
But you
did love
the pain, of blood
and, you
who always would
take his, breath, away.
And you
a path
so eloquence, and laid
And down that Line
my finger
found,
your tremble, wild
And like
the guitar notes
which just played
We did
sweetly,
resonate,
this air
of breath,
and there in sulphur
dreams,
.........We found.
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