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The Game
As snakes dance around the moonlight’s fire As mystical high beings hover over them Weaving in their gypsy like trance Leaving spectators in the trappings of enchantment Drugging and intoxicating is the sight With scents to mystify the mind’s eye Desire surges like a wave in the inner flesh As candles flicker in the distance The craft has reached its zenith Voodoo that is greater than before For those who play, madness is the price The game of seduction and temptation of the soul The body aches what the mind yearns The soul consummates the divinity of infinity When it all comes back to mortality The ken of man has ebbed and flowed The price has been paid The body is battered and decrepit The snakes dance their mystical trance Provocation once more beckons the innocents But innocents they shall be, no more |
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You, yes you You spurned my love You rejected my heart You condemned my soul You, my significant other You destroyed my whole being I, still, am here for you |
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I climb upon the ziggurat to make a quick offering to where a sad lotus sat and a lonely fox sings
diamond tears fall from her eyes jerking me to ask her why she turns to me and then she sighs "my lover died and so i cry"
This is in answer of a challenge made by Guile to make an 8-line, sad poem containing all the letters of the alphabet |
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Sobs pierce the still air |