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Dear Edgar
Oh how evil they speak of you
such vile whispers in the wind
what they could not understand
A soul tortured, you sing to me
your pain is pulsing through me
wickedness beating in the heart
but how you have suffered
Who would begrudge you
for your marriage to darkness
shadows always your companion
so intensely you feel the world around you
Grasping at hidden secrets
your soul I feel moving through mine
agony and pain thrashing inside
so few truly understand you
Many who would use you
and come to abuse you
but I presume to see deep beyond
a truth that cannot be put to name
So let us walk into a mist
from the world that was neither
yours or mine, for we both
were made for some fairy-land.
9:26 PM - 4/3/2008 -
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