Another poem
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The Endless Conflict of Black and White by Sir Nicholas Schram
To see your eyes, tired, tear-y and torn,
Devours my heart, for Pain’s dark appetite is infinitely ravenous;
For Pain is my infinity enemy.
To caress your heart, whisper it back into comfort;
To assuage and mend your troubled mind;
To kiss and raise your soul, return it to pristine bliss,
Is my strongest desire, from gray heart to white fist.
My incapabilities consume me, as Pain’s you simply toys.
But my weakness must always succumb to tenacity;
No demon shall grasp your heart indefinitely
While my hands can still pry black talons from white love.
I will forever be your gray defender,
Soothing your soul when the darkness sets in.
Never you need fear, for Pain will always be vanquished
By the will of my being.
Rest easy, my sweet,
And let my love be your shield.
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The Endless Conflict of Black and White by Sir Nicholas Schram
To see your eyes, tired, tear-y and torn,
Devours my heart, for Pain’s dark appetite is infinitely ravenous;
For Pain is my infinity enemy.
To caress your heart, whisper it back into comfort;
To assuage and mend your troubled mind;
To kiss and raise your soul, return it to pristine bliss,
Is my strongest desire, from gray heart to white fist.
My incapabilities consume me, as Pain’s you simply toys.
But my weakness must always succumb to tenacity;
No demon shall grasp your heart indefinitely
While my hands can still pry black talons from white love.
I will forever be your gray defender,
Soothing your soul when the darkness sets in.
Never you need fear, for Pain will always be vanquished
By the will of my being.
Rest easy, my sweet,
And let my love be your shield.
Comments/feedback are now MANDATORY!