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Author: Mr. Moonsong
Fiction Rated: K - English - Angst/Parody - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-22-05 - Updated: 04-22-05 - id:1892724

Alone, I stood
In the menacing rain
Waiting felicitously, for the
Accursed black, crystal rose

The buffoon came dancing
In an apathetic harlequinade
Lugubriously silent, he bows
In the shadow of the night

A dance, he gestured
The whole eternal night
Turning round and round,
Deliquescing laughter, my happiness

Children of the night
In unison, they came
Through big, bright eyes
They sang, they played

The music of loneliness
Starts beating perniciously, into
My naked soul
A soul, I never knew exists

'Who are you?'
'I do not know.'
'Why are you here?'
'I do not know.'

Bitter earth beneath my feet
A burnished scythe, shining bright
Reaching out, I hold it sanguinely
He, the benighted true beholder

'What are you holding?'
'I do not know.'
'Why are you smiling?'
'I do not know.'

The long, winding labyrinthine
Deadly silent, it makes me smile
Deadly scary, it makes me happy
The rose, came luxuriously

'Come, come with us.'
'Where are we going?'
'Your home, where you belong.'
'Who am I?'



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