Woe at Dusk

by Elizabeth Ann   Jul 15, 2005


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Unparalleled…lulled to sleep by ones desire, yet sleepless never lets me go.
Swept with red my withering haven…
Restless as I am hopeless I miss my dreams.
The loneliness of winter rests…
But let’s not think of these things now…

My pale is dormant, a lying solitude.
See my glass eye a regaling pigment.
Speech is useless while so light.
Life is hopeless without a fight…

Engaged…*sighs*
This amazon heart…
Siring wisdom gone this fear
Woe in such amber resin.
Crowned you never let me know.
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Author's Note: It's interesting to know the readers thoughts when reading something like this.

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  • 19 years ago

    by jamie ellen

    i agree with mike glass didnt make me liek it any less

  • 19 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    "Swept with red my withering haven…"
    translated...
    "Anger hopes to consume me"

    "See my glass eye a regaling pigment".
    translated...
    "See through me and notice there is more.

    "This amazon heart…"
    translated...
    "This free/wild heart".
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    I hope this helped, and thank you for your commentary. I had a long lull in my inspiration...I figured it would be best to stop trying until it returned.