April 20, 2010

  • Golden Heart

    Listening in, to the chastely exchanges of wind
    Told a story of a long-haired maiden.
    She spoke with a pallid sigh, "They say,
    Your heart is golden". She cries
    Across a sea split by Moses, tears
    Fall down her crimson eyes.
    "As the tower bell chimes against me.
    As my love tears the skies -
    I, the unholy, know the treasure of sins.
    Even as you martyr me,
    Our laughter still
    Resonates
    In the soil - you buried me in.
    They say, your heart is golden darling,
    Yet I, the immortal,
    I, the unblessed,
    I, hold the key, to a silver chest".

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