(c) Wolf Bendikowski |
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Deaf cliffs. Cold stone. A seagull's scream.
Caressed by ice numb moonlight beam.
High towers. Fear and loathsome blows
of wind. The humid bites through toes.
It scents of salt, the solitude,
each time the daylight is renewed.
Clouds come. And go. They dance, I wait.
My partner passes. It is late.
Torn angel wings call me to sleep.
The bells have crowed. My time is cheap.
Who'll buy me free and into chains?
Breath lights, ignites, ash stains, burn pains.
And all the same, it leaves no trace.
This hell is mine alone to face.
A prince shall come one day, they say
and solve the spell cast on this soul.
Create your own from kneaded clay.
It tastes best with a sip of coal.
The dragon's breeding in its cave
a horde of heart fed demonery.
Whoever walks this way, be brave
and rip my love back into me!
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