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"Rubaiyat Ramblings III" by fushigi no kaosu

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Touch of death, cold as ice
Tongue of fire, tendrils slice
Through the night, the reaper’s call
Sickle’s fall is the price


See the sky, dark as ink
Pushing close, to the brink
Feel the pulsing, empty vein
To the black, down you sink


Only two this time...



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On Thursday December 28th, 2006, Morbid_insanity (140) writes:
Only two stanzas but so profound. I loved it, its different and has its own twang. It kinda reminds me of a spell.


On Thursday December 21st, 2006, TwilightMelodies (1040) writes:
two still carry a sonic boom that echoes through my empty chest...excellently done, m'dear! Excellent. ~*Beth*~



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