Standing in a moment of paradox,
Savoring the hope that is my curse;
Light cracks through the breaking dawn,
All along, my shadow condemns me.
It is a fragile night the dawn breaks;
If I should escape, what then is my fate?
Will I spend yet another terrible day,
Locked away, hidden within a sepulcher?
Should I meet the day with haste,
and let the light consume me?
Or should I run and hide, take flight,
Embrace the night that imbues me?
Do I suffer the second death,
Or do I embrace the nightingale's song?
The chorus begins, the pyre is set,
And, I now bet, it shall consume me!
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: February 5th, 2017 23:34
- Category: Gothic
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Haha! I didn't know it was for sale! Thanks for the feedback!
Haha! I didn't know it was for sale! Thanks for the feedback!
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