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Paulius Eidukas Poems
There is an hour in every life When one is desperate for some light, A small bright flame in a beloved eye, Which shines upon the darkest, terrible night.
The stillness of a deep winter's night And the stars of the heavens that are bright and benign Lay down the foundations for my mind To sleep in this beauty till the ends of time.
In blood and tears, In burning fire My eyes at midnight Refuse to close.
The joys of Spring that'd almost come! Ahh, the snow was just 'bout to be gone, The flowers were about to bloom, How could I feel impending doom?
I've found myself in the midst of tears, In the tears of sadness, of imminent fear. What's there to do? What's there to live for? Caught in the helpless and furious tremor...
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
There is an hour in every life
When one is desperate for some light,
A small bright flame in a beloved eye,
Which shines upon the darkest, terrible night.
To chase the evil out of the world,
To summon hope in a broken soul,
To chant the awe-inspiring word,
Of never-ending infinite love.
Yet no such light can be seen to shine,
As wicked flames destroy my sight,
I'm trapped in the devil's unholy shrine
Feeling helpless, void in the somber night.
The sun has set - it will rise no more,
My mind will drown in an ocean of gore.