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Dahlia's Lament




Dahlia of pain

Black against the night

soft skin of youth,

wounds forever deep

witness the rising dark

cursed never to see the coming light

Because all she knows is black

Never leaving this place

Nothing like this immortal moment

Sacred and out of reach

the devil's grip, satisfying,

Without mother and father

sisters, the world or brothers by the lake

We can be free

Under the blanket of night

cool breeze

carried fleeting life but not the red scent

Just raw flesh, taken and discarded

On a night like any other

Never seeing Sunday again

Put up against the stark contrast of a morbid song

Cry or lament, in unison or out of sync

she lives forever

on the outskirts of dawn