I remember all the ills of my youth
All the pain and iniquity that congested in my life;
A voided vessel whose limits were boundless and never to fill.
I always puzzled over what I had done to evoke your frigidity
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Like a great, silver wolf-hound,
With a presence so hallowing,
A conscience so apparent,
Capped by wispy, thinning hair,
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Black, black,
Black and blue,
That's how my life
Titanic, did frigidly end
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There are some things
Some distant things that even I
Not even I can ever
Will never be able to grasp,
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Oh, my dreams doth wandered now
Athwart the meadows and forth from the mounts
I dream my eyes do, deepening thus,
See light, as ever loathsome, foreboding.
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He had stared intentionally
And with intent into the eyes of
His Father who returned the sentiments
With a taciturn, almost deathly gaze.
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Like a vulture grooming
Its vulnerable carrion
The demon approached me today.
It was as though our destinies
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