Lone Shadow Posted March 8, 2004 Report Share Posted March 8, 2004 Emotions, how they flow Violent, a churning flood Surging past the ramparts Supposed to protect my heart. Writhing shadows surround me Tearing through my soul Feasting off the harvest Reaped from their insipid trespass. Gentle words and soft touch Shadows whither and die Taking with them the ruin Of the bulwark they did destroy. Ensorcelled by the light Vulnerable, though protected anew The tide ebbs and flows Unblemished and pure. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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