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by Kemintiri of kemet. . 32 reads.

Elegy for Easter

[center][b]Sung to [url=]The Twilight Twain[/url]

[size=105]Most pained is the condemned of darkest deeds
Blackened of heart and of mind
The cachexy and the sins do plant seeds
Longing to pour forth a bind[/size]

[size=105]The dying of hope, from guilty word
To the ones trusted the most
‘Fore them she is judged, cold when they heard
Would she still be welcomed by host?[/size]

[size=105]Her mind overcome with turmoil and guilt
For the voice that calls her forth to be killed[/size]

[size=105]Blackened mind, in turmoil.  Thoughts turn to Lethe.
Agonised, self-tortured and frail
She runs from her life, in arms of Death
But Death turns her away[/size]

[size=105]Black passions sundered, heart is freed
From chains controlled from afar
Striving to live on, hope starts to seed
Remorse and the oath are on par[/size]

[size=105]The past and kindness of those surrounding
Applied to the wounds’ bitter gall
They heal to scars but on journey going
Ahead to make the heartfelt call[/size][/b][/center]

Kemintiri of kemet