Bleeding GeanA Poem by Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-When we still can't believe it's over.
Plastic dance neath the eye of hell,
A heathen eulogy screams, A melody of a torment spell, That piano bewails our dreams. Frigid skin of dark ancient griefs, The glum scene is bereft of life, Gothic romance of two mischiefs, On the broken notes of the fife. On the cross, eyes of pearly shine, Servile the inscrutable act. In the ballroom of yearning shrine, Beneath ungodly night sky shaft The air is still, heavy and chill, A silent mourn is caught between, The band that thrums rather mutely, And the bride’s lips of bleeding gean. All eyes are stagnant and peering, The groom halts amid the ill waltz, The scene amuck disappearing, O what is true? And what is false? © 2014 Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-Featured Review
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StatsAuthorAdam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-Amman, Middle East, JordanAbout"A poet from the dark realm, from the world of Gothic hymns" Please visit my website http://adamnlebzo.wix.com/ronnin-warrior Name: Adam lebzo Age: 21 Hobbies: 1 Ninjutsu, Kung fu shaolin, Ji.. more..Writing
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