MIDNIGHT TIMES | THE TOME | EPIC CAFÉ | WEBHEAD
Dust of ancient cities long awaited,
settles in dark pools upon my eyes
(all my lovely dreams of you have faded).
A distant haunted vision, I arise
at night and float on desert winds
touching moonlit citadels in the sky.
A thousand sands of loneliness I send,
drifting the earth in softly seething mounds--
my time begins where life has no end.
Buried beneath ruins--entombed--unfound;
I flow through eternity without a sound.
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