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The Mourning
By Riven Waker
When a wish is made
It is I who grant it
When prayer is born
By me is it lost
I am the flames in the ice
And the blades
of fate
As the white dove arises
I await in darkened skies
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Published on Tuesday, June 9, 2009.
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"Poetry"
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