The Dance With DeathA Poem by Justin LittlefieldA sonnet. How once I longed for that beautiful doom
Lay me to rest my dearest damsel death,
the one who has taunted me oft with ease Free me from this vexed reluctance of breath so we may join hands in eternities. How you tease your frigid lips of disease; although robust, I've longed for the cold kiss. I dreamt that we danced to dark melodies under those moonlit markers of abyss. Twas pure bliss on that eve we wasted clock While we twisted to the lull of the tombs. My heart stopped as we coalesced and locked ...forevermore, I'll loathe that beat's resume... Again we'll meet, and that night let us live For mourning, a wake no one can forgive
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StatsAuthorJustin LittlefieldLas Vegas, NVAboutI'm Justin, 24 years old, out of Las Vegas, NV. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, it matured with me, became something entwined in my spirit. Reading almost any piece of mine you may de.. more..Writing
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