Never shall I ever pluck flowers
again from the Elysian Fields,
or water with my tears the roots
of ivorylike white daffodils,
growing freely on the gardens of
my counscience!
The water from the Lethe
lingers in the fountain of my
existence; my love, due to you
I am willing to forget myself,
my dream, my past and present..
I shall follow you!
I have forsaken all I once had;
the burden of time pressing
against my mind, the allure of
the quills in exchange for love..
I gave up the crown of immortality
To embrace the twist of my fatality.
Whispers Of Night
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