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My Dying Bride

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1 min lectură·8 ianuarie 2010

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Bring me victory

And sear me not, my fallen angel.

This black voyage

Is like a kiss to remember,

Like a santuario di sangue.

My body, a funeral

When death is triumphant,

I hear echoes from a hallow soul,

I wish I would remain tombless…

Why the blood, the wine and the roses?

If I cannot be loved,

When L\'Amour Detruit

I m just a doom lover…

The scarlet garden holds the prize of beauty,

The blue lotus, my own Catherine Blake.

Why my fury stands ready

When I drink my wine in silence?

I see the wreckage of my flesh,

Mirrored in the love`s intolerable pain,

The dreadful hours I pass

In this black heart romance,

The deepest of all hearts.

Into the lake of ghosts,

I see my hope, the destroyer,

I feel a cruel taste of winter

As my apocalypse woman

Rises from under dark waters.

I m a follower of the thy caress,

When all is swept away

By the cry of mankind,

A sea to suffer in.

You, a songless bird

And I, le cerfe malade,

The silent dance between us,

When nature reads,

Erotic literature.

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Vicleanu Mihaita. “My Dying Bride.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/vicleanu-mihaita-0026790/poezie/13922728/my-dying-bride

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