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Friday, December 14, 2012

The Litany

Her voice so sweet it filled the air sickly
Souls have reverberated to its litany,
Watch the sun go down time and again
The voice it fills as darkness does men,
The dead would walk again to hear her voice
If they could they would, you can so rejoice,
This is Death's Nightingale that sings
A gift from Death itself, her voice clings,
Alas! I cannot hear her again for all my will,
To wish for a death is sin, this is my wish still.
 

6 comments:

TayTay said...

This is one of my favourites <3

Shreya said...

Lovely :)

quartertoinsane said...

@taytay: Thank you!!! also sorry about your sIII

@Shreya: Thank you!!!

Shreya said...
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Dania said...

lovely!:)

quartertoinsane said...

thank you :D