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Index . Texts of Brandon MacSuibhne Weepinga crystal gaze......a worthy showinside her land she bathes for tomorrow indepth sight into the devil's glare this ravaged soul fights for breath a tranquil river, a bed of flowers her blood upon the midnight hours she lays her hand among the dead and as she weeps she lays down her head the moon gazes down, she seems not to care and the silver lining of life itself to the darkest dead a sliver of fear life's luxury subdues a weeping woman in a bed of flowers waiting for the morning hours but morning comes much too late and now the earth is filled with hate the icy sky comes bearing down her mind slips..she's going down she's going down her cries echo throughout the ages her words forever etched in pages and now her body, crimson red she kneels down and begs for death to hear this woman weep forever to hear these words of pain the hear the sky growling, hate like a mandrake's howl, insane dusk is trapped in a static shadow a rainbow salve ,unopened shame this woman tears, this woman cries her blood pours down the dreaded skies her eyes invert, she sees the same her mind is ravaged, gone insane and so she looks into the river and so she looks unto the river her naked body sheds the husk her naked body, marks of shame the icy river, a mark of change to see this woman sink with hate the tears of a half-hearted sake trapped in a fluid of icy grip she floats nowhere........... Copyright 2003 Brandon MacSuibhne |