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He draws that black cloak around him
Bears the elements to his stride The nights air whispers the solace That rides upon his form Charging the air to the gloom, despair That weighs heavy upon his brow. The sad devested wisdom of the ages dresses his hermetic, esoteric charm cleaves stronger to his bone Than any elixir of life. A madman dressed to dejection He bears the dreams of sorrows might wanders the long lonely highways between The realms of dream and reality. Whistles upon the air that sad lament of fallen grace where once upon a merry time In love he found his place Held to the crack of smiles the warm hearth of passion Wore the flesh tint fashion That gleamed from within his eyes. Now deep, dark, hideous beings flood between the iris and pupil black dense clouds hover here upon the twilight bridge of time where fate hold his being eternal too the loss of love like a demented fool He strives his existence upon the delicate rose, the words composed Of love dead and gone. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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