Lamenting Kiss
a child was born in silence
and winter rose to clothe itself
with a voice of one who weeps
I curse this memory
you held the hand of hope
with glory's wreath
and deceiver's promise
the vows your lips have sworn
tomorrow wear decay
Stifled sobs, bow to cold laughter
the breeze is speechless
as the dust drinks the dew
a child-like hope, with fear betrothed
never ceases to kiss my feet
This is my final lamenting kiss
I have spun my last thread
my dreams have broke
plundered and bare
my jewels are tarnished
the wailings of the heart
are with the unborn
dreams of poetry, it is cold within
my knotted hand strikes
a tuneless chord
the noise of tongues in my darkened labyrinth
prophesies are whispered
to a face careworn
why have I forsaken you
the dove so long imprisoned.
sour remembrance of a day never born
my retreating steps are clothed in shadows
laden in black, a man foresworn.
Heaven wept for the wounds that bled
tears more bitter than blood vex your soul
I am thrown on your mercies
yet my hear is still hardened
weep for me, my god weep for me.
sooth my grief through my artless prayers
my tears burden you aching soul
I held hope's hand, but let her forsake me
may II be faithful to hold onto yours.
to my god of darkness
my sombre romantic
and winter rose to clothe itself
with a voice of one who weeps
I curse this memory
you held the hand of hope
with glory's wreath
and deceiver's promise
the vows your lips have sworn
tomorrow wear decay
Stifled sobs, bow to cold laughter
the breeze is speechless
as the dust drinks the dew
a child-like hope, with fear betrothed
never ceases to kiss my feet
This is my final lamenting kiss
I have spun my last thread
my dreams have broke
plundered and bare
my jewels are tarnished
the wailings of the heart
are with the unborn
dreams of poetry, it is cold within
my knotted hand strikes
a tuneless chord
the noise of tongues in my darkened labyrinth
prophesies are whispered
to a face careworn
why have I forsaken you
the dove so long imprisoned.
sour remembrance of a day never born
my retreating steps are clothed in shadows
laden in black, a man foresworn.
Heaven wept for the wounds that bled
tears more bitter than blood vex your soul
I am thrown on your mercies
yet my hear is still hardened
weep for me, my god weep for me.
sooth my grief through my artless prayers
my tears burden you aching soul
I held hope's hand, but let her forsake me
may II be faithful to hold onto yours.
to my god of darkness
my sombre romantic
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Writer(s): Samantha Escarbe
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