Last card turned on the wheel
Will bends to Fates amber light,
Wall sconces call the dance
In tapestried Shadows;
Lady,
Play with me, he whispers;
Her talons catch frayed
Edge of night.
She takes possession;
In the dice roll
She takes All.
04 After Orff

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lenchenelf | March 31, 2009 - 13:58
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