9/04/2007

Crimson

Nice and gay thoughts fill the air.
Like the pierian spring.
And I heard the blue bells ring.
But it wasnt blue this time.
It turned green,then,orange..
and then red.
How?How? How can anyone loathe someone enough to have them dead?
To wish to turn that soul sour and cold forever.
But I think yes,perhaps it could be....
He had smiled when my soul escaped my mortal temple.A Second time.

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