Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Lethe

Here after the rush, gems, mines,
Wait for flesh to be crystallized.
Aroma of the asphodel,
Curse the air with an eluding spell.

Drink here from the river Lethe,
Dreams and doctrines abandoned.
Souls left to be subsumed,
See the grave under clearest blue.

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