Requiem, KyrieA Poem by LeahTaut, lost hands rose
to his face, As wode woes flared
magnified, this hour; His hands, bled to his
neck, debase, Memoirs from a breath
of his voice turned sour; “ My dearest… She… She
is there… In my mind’s eye, in a
thought’s reach, My bones canst no more
bear… To hearken of my
reverie’s speech.” Thralled knees bowed,
suckling rosewood rust; His heart lived
shrieking enshrouded, Within his forsaken
bosom crust; Unto an enduring
damnable ballad… As vampiric sorrows
plagued the caving air, His walls succumbed to
his quivers; His chambers yielded
t’ward throes declared, Years of transcribed
romance reduced to cinders; The last strained droplets of tears, Begun to choke his
eyes of blinding passion; For as the life of his
corpse leaked of past fears, The spirit of his soul
became unquenchably christened. -Leah © 2012 LeahAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 10, 2012 Last Updated on May 10, 2012 AuthorLeahSingaporeAboutOther sites: http://embryonicpith.deviantart.com/ http://www.facebook.com/embryonic.pith (Temporarily de-activated) " We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering b.. more..Writing
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