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Widow's Dew

Tags: dark love

Weeping of the widow's dew
of imagery in my mind
a dark night just in spite
as a breath of death flew

Beneath the stone, I sleep
feeling worms quadrille
bound joy in my spell
this virgin child of Hell

Without a gospel or prayer
on a long trail of despair
beyond the veil
to this forsaken soil

And no marrow in my bones
as my eyes of blue pale
of cataracts and webs
this virgin child of Hell

Just my shadow at night
weeping of the widow's dew
no sorrows to cause you to cry
giving you a bye


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