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Opal Eyes
The vines begin to choke
for a heart that bleeds in thorns
the poison slowly drips
passing through the veins
Breathing slowly the dragon's breath
tarnishing around the edges
truth is sought among the brambles
Spoken is the word of silence
rest not your weary souls
lest the dreamscape swallow it up
beyond the night of the raven
The Raven Moon casts a shadow
only the graveyard dance
will uncover the mystery
hidden beyond.
9:39 AM - 8/17/2007 -
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