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My Doomsday Bell


I came back from the bridge bathed in tears,
Ugly with the torments over all these years.
Verses fluttered on my lips like a solitary dove,
Only to drown the broken bones into a fresh, dangerous love.
Wallowing in the aura of his wintry gaze,
Never knew what magic put my soul to such a daze.
Does he read me? For I'm afraid,
Of the age old prophecies bards have made.
Crippled in the succour of his treacherous spell,
There, tolls my doomsday bell.

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