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Poetry By: greenglasses
Romance



He steps out and follows her into darkness leaving the night, the cript, your old life...


Submitted:Jun 9, 2012    Reads: 25    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


Lay down my sweet prince

let the coffin of roses, vines, and elegance confine you to the tides of the lake

as love drops of sparkles seep into your pores

your dusty uniform making you handsome in all aspects

Those cold, royal, fingertips use to graze apon soft skin like a knife does butter to bread

a lantern full of the sun goddesses flame unseals you to me

showing tender veins shimmer like scales

and soon your fragile mortality will be of immortality

The gentle kisses of death take you as life had brought you

let crystal hearts burn at the calling of your name

your coffin's hinges rusting as it drifts deeper, deeper

there apon the marble steps she stands with tears of unimaginable things beneath the moonlight

Nearly stumbling over centuries of beauty she goes to the coffin's side

the prince opens his eyes to gaze at grace itself

as she drapes her golden sheer over his face to show her compassion

he steps out and follows her into darkness leaving the night, the cript, your old life





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