Through his link to the Crow
He is not bound by death
Instead, tied to his vengeance
For his dying lover's last breath
His body is stronger now
As his Immortality seeps
Through his beautiful skin
Even as his soul weeps
He is dead and living in Nightmares
Calling through the grave to find
Those who doused his mortal flame
Only to run away and hide
COMMENTS
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Dragonrouge
00:48 Apr 28 2008
This opposition between extreme things, this contrast remind me of the romantic poetry, where everything was constructed in strong contrasts.
Lovely!
DJdelukore
00:14 Jun 27 2008
kickass poem!