Unforgiven
By prism
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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Why come with your panaceas,
When death blooms in every doorway?
Black roses for ghosts
Going blindfold over far planets -
The wingless weight of unopened souls.
The tallow's burned down to a tiny nib,
Do not go beyond the threshold,
Mould a covenant from life.
Those who cry like foxes on lonely roads -
The devil's lent them coal for eyes.
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