Lia and Abra

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just some words I made up of names and wrote a poem with it.

Submitted: February 11, 2007

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Submitted: February 11, 2007

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Apple covered snuff box
hit the violet balloon.
The black sun born of
summer holes made by
God a vision for our eye.
Orange butterfly bloomed
sin.
All the sin was lust and
the sweet dust entered
in.

Time a piece of rust.
The dust broke
the silver witch playgirl.
Leaf summer moon
laughed to the rain.
Far away to the north
black hair met with
Lia.

Lia, sweet girl you
have ended your life
hanging by a train
on Christmas day.
The night was innocent.
The stars a scar for the
wound to chill.
Cold to the skin.
Faith to last a kill.
The spell a rose from
Abra and he was your
love but without there
is no enchanting flower.
The smell decays .
Haunting Lia cut Abra
with a sharp lonely knife.
The air was cold wings in
sight.
Caves of steel.
Madness of hate.
The moon hit the turn over
light and half souls went to
pray but it was too late.
The cat danced past midnight.
The spell was broken.
Blood a tragedy for the bruise.


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