<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She of the Craft</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She enters the room<br>All eyes turn<br>All eyes burn<br>Her skin</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her skin is cold<br>Colder still to the<br>Touch of tender<br>Lustful gazes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Crazed mistrust<br>Of the heart<br>Of God<br>Of Man<br>Of Woman<br>We are lost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lost are we<br>Lost to the touch<br>Of angel dust</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She leaves the room<br>Leaving them chained<br>Manacled<br>Bondage bound<br>Lost unfound<br>They remain<br>Insane<br>Within the insanity<br>Of the night that<br>Beckoned them to<br>Forest depths</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her skin is ash<br>Her skin is frost<br>Her skin is sand<br>Her skin is lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scarred earth<br>Charcoal soil<br>Freshly cut primrose<br>I’m bleeding<br>I’ll heal<br>Though thorns<br>Have cut me deep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can u see them? <br>Hear them? <br>They dance in shadows<br>Circles by twilight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dead flowers<br>Ruined temples<br>Decay<br>Silent streets<br>Can you hear voices? <br>The ghosts are<br>Witness to soulful murder<br>Vultures claw at the jelly sweet eyes<br>Of the bodies that line the streets.<br>Blood Red Rivers flow liquid death<br>Over mangled maggot ridden corpses.<br>Does it make you feel alive? <br>Does it incite you in the motion to rise? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Where is she now? <br>What is she doing? <br>Is she laughing? <br>Is she crying? <br>Does she remember my name? <br>Will she sing for me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In knowing her to exist<br>New temples erect<br>In honour of her presence upon this plain.<br>She a wild snaked eyed goddess <br>She a beauty of raven tones<br>Deserves the worship of the gods</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fire<br>Earth<br>Water<br>Air</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She of the craft<br>She who smiled and stirred the alchemy of my soul.<br>She who opened up her heart to me upon our first encounter<br>I miss her, the girl I met but once<br>Within some ecstasy fuelled dream time sanctuary<br>Where we danced a thousand years <br>In each others arms<br>We felt safe<br>So far away from the harm of vicious men</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Where she now? <br>What is she doing? <br>Is she laughing? <br>Is she sighing? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does me remember the songs we played? <br>Does she wish to lift her chest in the<br>Knowledge that tomorrow never knows? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s been too long now without contact.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I invoke the spirit of unison to bring forth this angel into my life once more<br>For she is all that I could ask for<br>She of the feathered claw.<br> Where is she now? <br>Why isn’t she knocking at my door? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All it is I can hope for is that the fates have sewn a tapestry of beatific vision<br>With I and my fairy princess hand in hand<br>I pray that we will one day walk this land as one in unison<br>Holding dear the love that paints the sky pastel shades by sunset.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For once words can not express<br>Nor colours paint the mood that she brought me to embrace<br>And so I keep my faith in fate beside faith in the choices we make as our own.<br>I keep faith that once day we may call the same hearts home.<br>She my snake eyed goddess of the highest esteem.<br>Foreplay <br>Worship<br>Devotion<br>Undying Loyalty<br>Love in motion.<br>Truth<br>Trust<br>Love <br>Lust<br>All you feel<br>Is all that’s real<br>And I know that I would feel her beyond eternity’s wall of sleep<br>I know that I shall keep real and ready the love I hold for her<br>Though I may grow old and tired of waiting<br>To meet her once was promise enough that an angel such as her <br>Would not grace once alone this life of mine.<br>So father time<br>So father sky<br>So mother earth<br>Hear the forest child cry<br>For I am sighing in and out of agony<br>With the thoughts of never knowing true the touch of her flesh again<br>Allow her to remember the connection we felt<br>May she dream of me as I dream of her? <br>Hope<br>Hope is all I have<br>Hope of once more hearing the words<br>I love you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lacey">David Lacey</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365491" data-title="She of the Craft de David Lacey" data-description="She enters the room All eyes turn All eyes burn Her skin Her skin is cold Colder still to the Touch of tender Lustful gazes In Crazed mistrust Of the heart Of God Of Man Of Woman We are lost Lost are we Lost to the touch Of angel dust She leav..."></div> </div> </div>

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