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I feel a weightened oppression Bearing down upon me with relentless fortitude Midnight strikes on the grandfather clock Twelve tolls resonate loud through stone corridors The chill settles like a layer of dust Over my broken body In the distance a figure stoops Sobbing for the pain I suffer Such a fool, Crying piteously over me, who cannot be saved I lift my head to the sound of death, A silence deep and sorrowful. Who is the lucky creature, Now released from this hell? Yet I lay motionless, Chilled to my very soul I feel a touch of warmth On my weary, tattered heart I succumb to the touch As it lifts me up, High into the

The room is filled And still, she enters Unseen by the unforgiving Can you not look upon her tears? They sparkle on her worn cheek, Her bright beauty dulled by sorrow A mask is worn by all And through the mask No truth can be seen, No truth can exist Amongst those who wear the mask Only she is free of the guise And only she feels the tortured knife, Ripping mercilessly at her pure soul

Through the visions of a tortured mind Lies the heart of all things It lies, writhing Black, and cold With chains holding it To the dungeon floor Beneath its layers Of charred, forgotten darkness A central powersource, Bright and beautiful lies Small as a seed, This goodness forever Resides enchained within The blackened shell

Night. I long to be enfolded In your cloak Of darkness Take me From this tumultuous earth Into the warming strength Of your magnificent arms The hourglass turns My time is running out I suffer Free me Blood. I see it rise To the surface Heal my wounds. My pain Has more depth than the ocean, More breadth than the desert Soothe me. Night. Now, at last I lay in silent repose Surrounded by only you And the blinding light

An ivory tower Overlooks the forest And here I stand, waiting, Gazing through its glorious window To the east Darkness falls like a velvet curtain, Draping soft blankets of night Over the cerulean sky And to the west The sun droops in sleep, Dragging his last bits of light From the evening air Beneath me the forest sways With the rhythm of the wind's song A gentle tune that slowly Rocks the world to sleep Around me the fire crackles In the cleand and handsome hearth And the beautiful windows Reflect the final colors of the eve At last, the one long awaited arrives I know no sight more beautiful

In the midst of life's havoc, There I see you standing sullenly Always watching Ever contemplating Over your plentiful heartless troubles Can you see me through your misty veils of sorrow? I seem to bring you relief Is it so, my shadowed friend? I thought I knew you, Thought I had finally figured it out At last, I realize that mystery Is a sparkling jewel Laid in the crown of your morbid charm You mystefy my soul, And it will continue to be this way Until our souls depart from this existence Into the next What is it about you that lures me so? Never before have I felt this exposed and defenseless In the presence of an equa