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Date Posted: 15:39:01 10/28/03 Tue
Author: Aphrodite
Subject: .�.Roses Do Have Thorns.�.

.:.Song Of The Dead.:.
The day has passed beyond our power.
The petals close upon the flower.
The light is failing in this hour.
Of day's last waning breath.

The blackness of night surrounds.
The distant souls of stars now found,
Far from this world to which we are bound,
Of Sorrow,fear,and death

Sleep,love;forever sleep.
Your soul the night will keep.
Embrace the darkness deep.
Sleep,love;forever sleep

The gathering darkness takes our souls,
Embracing us in chilling folds,
Deep in a Mistress's void that holds
Our fate within 'er hands

Dream,warriors,of the dark above
And feel the sweet redemtion of
The Night's Consort,and of 'er love
For thos within 'er bands

Sleep,love;forever sleep.
Your soul the night will keep.
Embrace the darkness deep.
Sleep,love;forever sleep.

We close our eyes,our minds at rest,
Submit our wills to her behest,
Our weakness to her confessed,
And to her will we bend.

The strength of silence fills the sky,
Its depths beyond you and I,
Into its arms our souls will fly,
Where fear and sorrows end.

Sleep,love;forever sleep.
Your soul the night will keep.
Embrace the darkness deep.
Sleep,love;forever sleep
.A.p.h.r.o.d.i.t.e.

The ebonite femmora ingresses pon the loam. An errie scence of death following 'er. Titaniums strike at the loam. Showing no mercy. Appendages move at a pounding beat. Oracales searching for any of her kind

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