An Emotion Leak.

Strains

Poetry 3756

A dream so vain, it poisons;

The sleep of the vile, it’s vial.

With drops so sweet, it reigns;

And I dance to the envy of life.

 

A voice so pure, it blinds;

A creature of the dark, it preys.

Oaths of an age lie in shards,

And I dance to the lashes of time.

 

A mercy so savage, it plunders;

Barren are the souls it wilts.

 Screams drowned in the silence;

And I dance to the wrath of death.

 

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