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Flor es Estrif

Poetry By: Ladydeath

A poem written for a friend of mine who died last year. Very dark and sad.

Submitted:May 1, 2007    Reads: 141    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

�Flor Es Estrif (flower of strife)

Why call on her name, when her name is engraved?

Trapped in my mind, she's screaming in pain,

Lost in myself, within her embrace

Locked in her arms, I'm safely encased

Her flower curls around my heart

Binding softley, tearing apart

Reality shatters, hope is raped

And�somehow my mind�won't�escape

Broken hearts, Torn to parts

Darkend graves, Eternal pain

Insanity, it claims my name.


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