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Error And Absolution

Error And Absolution

A silent shriek echoes inside the storm
As tears turn to a jagged hail of stones
Lashing until the last drop falls
And the body becomes sentient no more

There's an empressement to sate as the moment flees
And an empress on the throne, undressed
Unfettered from the leaden chains of amor
While flaunting the flesh of a shallow dream

You mastered deception and its venomous charm
Desecrating the skin I vehemently shed for your reliquary
While I wore a bandage beneath a sweltering mask
Feigning to live by a deathbed of memories

And hardly could I smirch or brand you as a whore
Or ever stitch upon your breast, a scarlet letter
For when your legs outspread as your body trembled to soar
And you left me to retrieve your feathers

Still, for your betrayal, you must dwell in loneliness
Until the conciliating end of time
To prove your devotion, you must suffer
Until you receive again the hand of mine
And should your allegiance and love hold true
What would it be for you to leave, your lascivious self behind

 

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Ian William

Thank you very much Lorris! I truly appreciate it!

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