Signs Of The Craft

A handred and twenty years have passed
Since the coven sank in the dark.
The metaphor of death.
A summoned spirit.
The sealed past.
The darkness takes light away
From the flame of revenge.

poem by DarkShaya Naiyamoto
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Stand Alone Complex

I stand alone,
I fall apart.
In my deepest sorrow i grief.
I grief for a touch, for a smile...
I grief for love;
I grief for live...
I grief and i beg,
For the heat of an angel to save me...
For the simplest touch of a lover...
For the complex soul of a writer...
And i fall apart
I stand alone...
I stand alone complex.

28th January 1010

poem by DarkShaya Naiyamoto
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