The Silent Pendulum Saga: My Blackened Dove

By The Silent Pendulum

I have experienced beautiful Death caress my simple outline
Her touch as cold as icy fire, as warm as pulsing veins
I did not tempt to reel back nor pull away in shame
And for this she did not frown upon me, but gave me breath again

I see her dancing
Laughing
Hunting
She does not ever cease
I am the only soul to be release back to the Waking

Yet I do not wish to be amidst
These hopeless, grieving curs

To have my love
My lovely rave
Return but for a night,
I'd gladly give myself to thee
And shun the world above

But she does not come
She does not care
Nor want me against her chilling form

I envy them, I hate the dead
For they are always near
They taunt me
Torture
Torment me
They sense my aching lust

My Blackened Dove, come back to me
I yearn for your embrace

Oh sweet Reaper!
Oh beautiful Death!
Come back to me I plead
I no longer want to suffer life
Nor receive another breath
Purge from me, this pain inside
This pain that you have caused

I sing for death
I weep for the living
They know not what I've seen
I request of thee to show mercy
Upon my bleeding heart

Take me as I am, my love
I wish to caress Death


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Copyright 2010 The Silent Pendulum
Published on Sunday, November 21, 2010.     Filed under: "Fiction" and "Poetry"

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The first installment of The Silent Pendulum Saga!
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