Am I not the queen of
spades?
am i not freezing those
blades...
am I not your fiery
warrior,
oh the horror, oh the
horror!
when the sky was stabbed
by my opponent
whose features stole you
for a moment
just say the words I
long to hear spoken
when dying side by
side...
the truth in the broken
and who is the mistress
that appeared
in the absence of my
shadow?
stabbed you with the
cupid's arrow?
is she fancy? ...is she
brave?
more bright than any
cultured slave?
is she the Mona, without
Lisa?
or probably a Desdemona
beware though of the
amnesia
does she sigh at your
acoustic?
i think i am not even
lucid.
i have not but awaken
your thoughts...
all those nights...the
sleepless eyes
all in vain? why bring
us pain?
why make us suffer?
why let diamonds
to shatter...?
is everything fated,
even a lover's blush -
belated?
abide by your
mistress...or dare !
get to the shore-ward...
(these feelings are so
awkward)
I'll be waiting in the
light,
stepping aside from the
bloodshed heart
shall we conceal the
memories in the dark?
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