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Date Posted: 00:28:29 09/08/02 Sun
Author: Dark Moon, High Tide
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+

N_O F_AREWELL W_AS I B_ODE

The moon casts silver shadows, 'cross m'hand and face,
In the wind the curtains sway, bedecked in off-white lace,
High above, the now-gray clouds drift, in darklight they are traced,
Come back t'me, I need you, please...

Five years ago you told me, that you would soon return,
So sad was I but I let you go; I soon would grimly learn,
You were gone for a month or more, my heart began to burn,
Come back t'me, I need you, please...

I looked out on spray-soaked cliffs, the time at hand was dire,
Thoughts of you seared my soul, like some livin' fire,
Wanderlust swift took its hold, great wave of desire,
Come back t'me, I need you, please...

Left in the dark of twilight, no farewell was I bode,
An' I marched hard yet broken in from the rocky road,
Pass the graves, pass the death, to darkness sung the ode,
Come back t'me, I need you, please...

The water's cold,
The waves're bold,
Reflections grim and old.
Shadow's fate,
Death-wreathed gate,
High clouds hewn of hate.
Silent sounds the requiem,
Grayscale mists, the wind is numb,
Wings of black, oh so fleet,
Hold me high, O Death elite.

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