

Possessed Your eyes always tease, and deep down I know that they hold nothing for me.Possessed


A Heron on the IceTransfixed by the faintest whisper Of a sound of sight or sense As he creeps and steps from whence he flew Amongst the falling frozen dewA Heron on the Ice
A gasp of hallowed breath As his crown profoundly quivers Whilst the rush of dazing shivers blew Amongst the falling frozen dew So lost between the willows In shades of stone and hail Too mythical to leave a trail so new Amongst the falling frozen dew
Fading through the chilling air No scurried flap or cringing call To show his walk of ice at all was true Amongst the falling frozen dew
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Cruciatus Animus, Pius Vates
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Cruciatus Animus, Pius Vates
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