[untitled]A Poem by Brandon Taylor-BlackMore randomness....( I think it's an ode to my ancestry....)I bear the crux of mortality But breathe in the decadence of the hereafter Juxtaposed in weakened flesh The Siren sings her song of Death
The melody of massacre Chilling is the final skreigh Bedazzled by her fatal kiss Now succumbed to a heart, to cease
Skirl the tune, An Ode To Death Fit me out in Oak Lay me down, in my homeland My Final Highland Fling
Cold Celtic blood no longer runs Cernunnos claimed my soul Beneath the thistle, I slumber now May I Rest In Peace © 2008 Brandon Taylor-Black |
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Added on March 18, 2008 AuthorBrandon Taylor-BlackHuddersfieldAboutI write for pleasure, and for therapeutic reasons...it relaxes me. Why exist in the real world when my own world holds such splendor? That's enough about me though, please, read away, and if you f.. more..Writing
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