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Death how comforting Thine Wings embrace me
The spider upon the hand sucking at my veins
in the everlasting repeated Mantra of the insane
the chill at my ankles where Thy warm tongue once reigned.
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Death how reassuring Thy lips art kissing me
The gargoyle come alive looking down at the Angel of stone in the graveyard
lust running veins - pumping hearts
the sap overflowing in trees, bushes and love's jar.
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Death how sleepy Thine whispering words reaches me
the spiders and my eyes meet like the submissive at my feet
all the people in the world - same pattern - different beat
the Stars and the Signs when under them two Fates take their seat.
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Death how chilling Thou bringst my End to me
to take Fantasy into Reality and the dreams came to flesh to revel in
You are the Sarcophagus of Beauty I'll be buried in
like so many times before the small Deaths now become One to marvel in.
~~21Jul98
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal