Simple silence,
Quiet screams,
Darkling dancers,
Weave livid dreams.
A distant drum,
Soft wind caress,
Loves lies scorned,
Unfaithful kiss.
Burning incense,
Colors dim,
Indian spice
That calls to him.
Churning waves
That feed desire,
Tides that turn
A sailor’s bier.
Rotting trees
Washed on shore.
Illusion gold
Worth fighting for.
Sell your soul
For scars of treason.
Leaves now falling
Out of season.
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