Friday, 18 November 2016
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A simple wish to carve out a few words spoken alone in solitude, from lips I speak knowing that to another’s ears they will never reach.
Take with these few words an essence of my being, time now to set my soul to tinder.
The small lean-to shelter I have erected shelters me from the harsh storms, the parting gift I carry is soft and warm, yet still I shiver.
Despair approaches coveting desires, with quivering hands touch, lightly, she whispers, peace anon…
In silence watch her string her cords ever tighter. Long has the passage of time marked my will to resist the malady of melancholy?
By dawns light I sit, weary and drained, empty as the few merry thoughts that once filled my heart all seem so very distant.
My one final last piece of armor, my final hope is my faith, may the red goddess prevail.
If I be worthy then to be her servant, lend me the strength to resist one last time into the tenets of lechery and self-delusions of worth.
In the deepest recesses of my soul, the knowledge of truth I can finally admit, I am unworthy now and never was!
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