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Burial
Let the breeze stop,
In this heavily weighted night of grief.
Let time halt,
Realise and repent it's doing.
Let death gaze,
Upon this sin with horror-struck eyes.
Let these mourners come,
With ebony tainted woeful hearts and hides.
Let sorrow marry,
This night and dance in subdued tones,
With lament of this crowd's eyes.
Let the Moon sing songs of despair,
As it cradles in the knot of clouds— black yet fair.
And let me go, my love,
To a freedom I long awaited,
To something I feared yet wanted.
~the universe in her
© z.f.
In this heavily weighted night of grief.
Let time halt,
Realise and repent it's doing.
Let death gaze,
Upon this sin with horror-struck eyes.
Let these mourners come,
With ebony tainted woeful hearts and hides.
Let sorrow marry,
This night and dance in subdued tones,
With lament of this crowd's eyes.
Let the Moon sing songs of despair,
As it cradles in the knot of clouds— black yet fair.
And let me go, my love,
To a freedom I long awaited,
To something I feared yet wanted.
~the universe in her
© z.f.
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