Friday, October 22, 2010

Musings of a Died Soul...#6

My coffin smelled like scented blood,
Like sandalwood grown in warrior mud.
I torched the case in murderous rage,
And lit my bones with fury alone,
The wood then burned and the ashes soaked,
In the orange light of the blazing oak,
But it seemed as though the fire was broke,
Because while there was fire, there was no smoke.

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