Death slumbers on this night of anguish and torment,
Leaving burning fragments of life upon my mortal soul.
Relinquishing the peaceful mind to twisted insanity,
Lusting for the darkness to seep within my soul.
Craving the nonexistence of reality and its pain,
Wishing that death did not slumber on this sordid night.
~^* Lady Syndra*^~
12/15/02
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The shadows blanket the cold stone tombs,
Where granite lies the dark crypt rooms.
A simple emotion captured in lust,
Doing these things can't help he must.
Beyond the reaches of insanity and pain,
He takes a step once more in vain.
The shadows blanket the cold stone tombs,
Cemetary dance where passion blooms.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
11/16/02
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Oh tis sorrow that dwells beneath thy darkness.
Let not thy pain devour thee, and take the breath from thy breast.
Tis true thy love has left, yea though one day he shall return,
Not as a boy, but as a man.
Tis the pain of letting go that bothers thee the most.
Release thy pain and engulf thy pleasures of thy work.
See the man that stands before thee.
For there is thy greatest accomplishiment.Look and see wht thee have done. Then thee will know the bliss of heavens glory.
For thee have sent forth a boy and a man shall soon return.
Embrace the time that thee have with him,
Cherish thy love that thee have sent with him.
For tis sweet pleasure to find oneself.
In all his glory he will not forget thy love.
Tis that love he will carry with him forever.
The love in thy heart will keep till his return.
Upon his return look and thee will see,
A man in all his glory standing before thee.
So fare thee well, fare thee well, Until we meet again.
~^*Lady Syndra**^~
01/23/01
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