Night, the Conqueror.

Posted: April 12, 2012 in Poetry
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Deep in my heart, there’s a gash which bleeds wine
When in the arms of the lusty Night, my most clementine suitor.

Erebus decked herself in all glory for the night of our Union
And I was dressed in her darkness, and she in mine.

Fair, he was, my sweet, enamoured groom;
In my Elysium, he dizzied himself.

As Passion reigned the thrones of our battle,
I rose above his soul and dipped.

Dipped, my ferocious talons, into his soul;
Tore apart heavens and seas.

Night, you were conquered by me.

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  1. neethu nair says:

    thy poetry conquered the night dear

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