Informacje o sharia

• O sobie: "The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
  soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
  as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
  and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
  But on, no tears please
  Fear and pain may accompany Death
  But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
  as We shall see..."
  
  She was divinity's creature
  That kissed in cold mirrors
  A Queen of Snos
  Far beyond compare
  Lips attuned to symmetry
  Sought Her everywhere
  Dark liqoured eyes
  An Arabian nightmare...
  
  She shone on watercolours
  Of my pondlife as pearl
  Until those who couldn't have Her
  Cut Her free of this World
  
  That fateful Eve when...
  The trees stank of sunset and camphor
  Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
  An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
  On my love picking rue by the light of the moon
  
  Putting reason to flight
  Or to death as their way
  They crept through woods mesmerized
  By the taffeta Ley
  Of Her hips that held sway
  Over all they surveyed
  Save a mist on the rise
  (A deadly blessing to hide)
  Her ghost in the fog
  
  They raped left...
  (Five men of God)
  ...Her ghost in the fog
  
  Dawn discovered Her there
  Beneath the Cedar's stare
  Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
  Flown to gown Her beauty bared
  Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
  I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer
  
  She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
  "Never to part
  Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"
  
  Then this I screamed:
  "Come back to Me
  I was born in love with thee
  So why should fate stand inbetween?"
  
  And as I drowned Her gentle curves
  With dreams unsaid and final words
  I espied a gleam trodden to earth
  The Church bell tower key...
  
  The village mourned her by the by
  For She'd been a witch
  their Men had longed to try
  And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
  My tortured soul on ice
  
  A Queen of snow
  Far beyond compare
  Lips attuned to symmetry
  Sought Her everywhere
  Trappistine eyes
  An Arabian nightmare...
  
  She was Ersulie possessed
  Of a milky white skin
  My porcelain Yin
  A graceful Angel of Sin
  
  And so for Her...
  The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
  My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
  Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
  Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...
  
  Putting reason to flight
  Or to flame unashamed
  I swept form cries
  Mesmerized
  By the taffeta Ley
  Or Her hips that held sway
  Over all those at bay
  Save a mist on the rise
  A final blessing to hide
  Her ghost in the fog
  
  And I embraced
  Where lovers rot...
  Her ghost in the fog
  
  Her ghost in the fog
  
  
  LIve is Brutal and me too:P:D
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• Ostatnio online: 1.01.1970

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