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a Plea
By tinkdarkchyld
Warmth.
Sweet succor of the saving light.
Lift the shroud of the freezing night.
Forget us ot in this endless dark.
Let the dawn break and wash clean our sin.
Sweet serinity bring our souls from the brink.
Our hearts are dim and our heads hang low.
The weight of of frozen death buries us so.
Bear us up and away from the obsidian abyss.
For this, and only this I would give my soul.
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© 2009 tinkdarkchyld
Published on Wednesday, June 24, 2009.
Filed under: "Non-Fiction" and
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
To be saved is a wonderful thought... Thank you for your poem.
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A former member wrote:
This made me think of a Godsmack tune..Serenity... couple typos here, hun, but I like the sentiment.
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