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I am flowing with energies... will you read the result?
The drops fall…
One
Two
Three
Counting out the rhythm
of a bloodstained pillow
The marks of nights gone by
sing the story like a drum
One
Two
Three
She thought her worth was small
and sought to give it up
A tale displayed
in brilliant array
One
Two
Her sight began to fail
her mind reeled in content
for her choice she wished to lock
About the roses gentle fragrance
One
Two
but she never could see
how her own words drifted
to every corner of the house
and even to the streets beyond
One
Last
Drop
and it was done
Her song was sung
Her heart grew slow
and beat into the beyond
An immortal rhythm
A tragic mistake
The death of a Siren-
Blessed Be, Siren…
This is to be taken metaphorically and not as how I feel in the physical realm…
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