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A Cold Dark Angel
A Cold Dark Angel
As cold as this midnight,
Disguised as the voice of night
Winter wind pursues it's eerie bloom,
She rests upon a granite tomb
A cold dark angel set in stone,
Sight, opened, endless, and alone
Does a soul, I wonder, hide inside,
Has she been alive, Has she died
Cursed to perch upon the dead,
Or perhaps, just to grace them instead
Watching them with steady rhyme,
Trascending shadows that fall for all of time
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" I see a world where there's only cause and effect.
A world where every object is an avatar and no gods move behind the scenes " -- From A Buick 8 by Stephen King
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