The curse

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    The curse

    I did not ask,
    To bear this cross
    The curse that passed
    With the blood I lost
    I crave and seek
    What I shan’t find
    The end the means
    With which I’ll die
    Forever night
    I’M doomed to face
    The scent of death
    The bitter taste
    The scarlet stain
    Upon my soul
    My heart would break
    Did life yet flow
    Through limbs and bone
    and flesh and mind
    But alas Is gone
    For too much time
    I did not ask
    To bear this cross
    I grieve my life
    And dreams I’ve lost

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    Ebonlight’s Poems (15)

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    I am the one 1
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    The curse 0
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    Echo not 1
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    I am but a ghost 2