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Sunday, April 27, 2008
2:43 AM

At this very moment, reclining in my chair.
With possibilities at my fingertips,
I choose you.
Again. Once more. To be the essence of my creation.
The meaning behind the choice. My reason.
Of all things beautiful and good.
Things that i love.

I've closed my eyes. Dreaming of the times,
When we were close by.
I could feel your presence,
Like a caress on the soul itself. Gentle. Yet permeating.
The epitome of all i hold dear,
Of the life i chafed at for so long.
The love i briefly found in pain.

Now i have it. It is mine to hold, for a while.
Your essence locked in memory,
Where Time's touch is nulled.
I let it go. Freeing it of the confines i have set.
Allowing it to fill me up, to the brim.
Filling with the emotions i have locked away,
Away. From sight and sun.

This is what happens, when i sit to create.
Words that merge and join,
Twirling in an eternal dance of
Unlimited meaning. Meaning that can twist the mind,
Whilst offering a balm to the soul at the same time.
My thoughts into physical form,
With you in between.

The purpose of this, i know not.
This idle collection of stanzas and phrases.
What does it mean to do?
The answer is not clear to me,
As i pine in your absence,
Like a dejected pet.
All i am aware of,

Is how suspended i am
Without you.

I will Whine no more.

Romulus Demonicus


ravens

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RAVENS
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