August 8, 2007

Out of the darkest thought
Comes the roaming snarl
As the blackest panther's eyes
Look on

Observer and observed
Mirror the hidden heart
Falling into the deepest depths
Of the abyss

Exhaustion sets in
And the final teardrop falls
As the heart's waning song
Finds an end

As the last straw is added
Three angels happen by
Leading the lost soul
To comfort

Life rolls on in perfection
Always finding solace
In the equilibrium
Of peaceful rest

Type: Poetry

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