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The Silent Trail
 
the night crawls into the dreams
the elixir flows from within
his eyes reminisce the vigil

his passion devours
all in his path
even my own thoughts

his visions expose
my pale flesh
as the moon reflects his desire

his breath decays
my resistance
to his touch

his voice echoes
the moment of passion
from my very soul

tonight he is here
the helmsman
of my reverie

his cold lucent flesh
ravishes me
in the thoes of humiliation

i am conjoined
to this creature
of the night

he calls my name
and I whisper
as the silent trail leads me

he is my suffering
he is my passion
he is my reflection

this dark angel
of night
please release me

By Rainn

© 2007 Rainn (All rights reserved)

 

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