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unknown

by  ezra

Posted: Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Word Count: 90
Summary: this is not usually how i write poetry.




With horrors, the winter moon wanes and fills
flooding light on unknown paths
All forms of ignorance, sin, and deception
creep from shadows of tumultious beings
The sinner's heart beating of lust
forgotten righteousness fades ever farther away
Steaming heat and beading sweat
Rise up -- slide down the flushing brow
Inherited passion, Inerrant beauty
of hers that makes sons rise and set
While he, in all chaos, slaves to lucid love,
caresses the waring facade
The nights;so young, with fear, embrace.
blind future -- negligent twilight -- our womb