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Click hereGraven are the eyes of a crone,
staring naked upon crooked gothic cross
Those are my eyes
my deathmask
In awe, casted shadows of
geometric figures
All life is bliss
all life, poetic
And she waits
As the others stare
in etched repulse...
written by:
PinkMoon
26th day of November
2004
I really like that first stanza, it immediatly put me in the right mood to read your poem right from the get go. Nice work!