By: Arjan Wardekker
Smile I do, with gleaming eye,
Mists wash through, the cuts of blades.
From my wounds the pain it fades.
feel the cleansing rain and sigh.
Spread my arms, I feel the wind,
Songs of harms, through broken plate.
From my wings remove the weight.
hear it's call to hold me skinned.
Soaring to the ground below,
clouds still hide my final blow.
Dreams or blood, I have no clue.
My sorrows I will hallow,
and in my pains I'll wallow.
If I'd fall, it'd be for you.
written on: 20-04-2006, 24-04-2006, and 25-04-2006
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