Sunday, September 19, 2010

Absinthe Drinker

Darkness,
Blooming in the night.
Hope fading,
Like the light.

Sweet surrender,
Dark pleasure.
Consciousness rendered,
To altered states.

A God's fury
Like a black sun.
A Knight's qurry,
Soft like the petals of a black rose.

Secrets divide,
Hushed with sorrow.
Unable to hide,
We wait for death and dawn.

Bitter sweet,
Like the summer's heat.
Soul lost,
In the winter's frost.

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