A/N: Requested by cataclysmatic on LiveJournal, drabble post 9/28/09.
Prompt: quatrain
Disclaimer: I don't own the original work this is derived from. This work is complete, and its brevity is intentional.
Enjoy!
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komm, süßer tod
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In his basement shadows a man has found
A deeper world than that which he has known
Temptress, black-haired, asleep beneath the ground
Would falling feel like flight? He is alone.
Another man, half-blind from the darkness
Hair white as the sun he long-ago forgot
It is lonely below the bright softness
Among the roots, and worms, and things which rot.
Tell me what the night is like, says the first
Whose hair is dark like November nightfall;
Sun-haired laughs, and speaks of endless thirst
And years of quiet, and says that is all.
Morning looms with its deadly sweeping lights
Trailing daylight colours as it strides
The dead flee, and the living think of mights
And maybes. In one heart, the long dark bides.
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A/N: LOL I SUCK AT POETRY LOL
Seriously.
