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DEATH’S EMBRACE That crimson flow of life That moves within our veins Is the promised banquet To soothe the drinkers pains It draws her from the darkest wood Deep within our souls And with the wind we call out For the one who holds In her embrace our every Searing hot desire We long to kiss her lips And gaze into emerald eyes of fire From the earth of which we are She ever rises up And upon each child Of this soil she’ll sup Call her foul demoness Or call her dearest friend You will succumb to her embrace When you meet your end Long now have I known her Her every gentle curve She speeds me to the tasks Of the cause I serve There will be no taste of fear in my blood When her teeth find my throat I will caress her long dark hair And her subtle beauty note For she is my lover But her slave I’ll not be Despite the strength of her embrace She knows that she serves me She is the midwife of my soul Into eternity ~ Unpublished Poetry, Essays and Aphorisms by Mark Edward Mark Cody
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 21:22:35 +0000

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