Archive for February 2012
Shepard ess
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What is the shield, who is to blame?
His was a face you shun, an intense sun
in the dark of water that burnt you to flame.
in the dark of water that burnt you to flame.
I was not the eery catch put on a gage,
But your's blunt match that sired you slain.
I tend to lead a herd and lustre all fun;
They were my world, I'll gave them my love.
But I hint my life and bed a midnight sun;
That was my cite, I would gave it my heart.
So cold was the ground when I gave you in, my kill,
Within the fell man replaced all of the spring.
All relish was ruled to be rough and cruel,
All relish was ruled to be rough and cruel,
and kept one unseen who cut you down fool.
In the wake is it love, what's in that hearth drowned
in rage, that clings forever to the darkness and pain?
In the wake is it love, what's in that hearth drowned
in rage, that clings forever to the darkness and pain?
But dare to see him, that oblique desire who survived,
and notice the shepherdess erst obscured inside.