Elixir

by Amilo   Mar 14, 2006


Wounded, She breathes,
draining the day of its youth,
bleeding Herself to rid of the poisons They
have forced down her throat.

She begs me
for an elixir. And yet
I can only shake my head sadly,
and cry
stardust into the midnight sky.

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  • 17 years ago

    by SCARECROW

    And you said my "Lethe" was good? Nothing I have ever written could ever compare to this perfection!
    Gods, how I wish I had your talent.
    Brilliant work, fantastically written. 5 from me.

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