Poems Or What Happens When I Can't Think In Prose for Thursday, July 8, 2004

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Thursday, July 8, 2004

In The Ruins

In the ruins of an ancient church I saw a maiden and her lover making a solemn oath In their hands they held a dagger gleaming 'neath the shining moon promising endless love. A pact they made in blood beneath the Virgin's gaze that if the one is not to the other wed both would rather die than live... Sign in to see full entry.

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