Juliet

by Izzo   Dec 1, 2004


O, my precious blade
Silver, your skin shines, lighting
The path to my peace
My blood yearns to taste your flesh
As it flows forth to sunlight

O, my precious blade
Your sharp edge can set it free
All that is left here
Ache trapped from when he left me
Storms my soul’s gates for release

O, my precious blade
My heart needs to feel your hilt
Against its chambers
Leeching life, piercing my source
I am coming, love

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