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She fancied herself eternal, a creature beyond time's reach, and as such a beast she devoured my heart. She decided that within her soul alone could my love come to complete fruition, to bloom while still a young shrub. Her fancy was more a passion, her passion an aggression, her aggression bordered vertigo, and the vertigo was I. Within her soul alone- bah, I couldn't stand a moment of passing or a light sunset within her soul, let alone being alone within it. To what godly ascension does she connect my being, to what heresy does she answer. To what foul mist does she pray, to hear such conniving words and mutter them so willingly. Eternal, what a foul word cast upon a dying love.

She stole my kiss and my will, once made her own she then sold it to the highest bidder. The sale was put before my eyes, with a pattern both puzzling and deceptive, yet alarmingly quiet. It all happened in a moment of passing, an inferno that raged with words of passion, now simmering in cherry flames of ardor. The soul that once felt beyond time's reach now succumbed to the temptation of man, of time and of life, and revenged for the sake of hate. She loved me so, her foul mouth loved me so, so much that no other person should have it so. What came of her soul bled from mine, what came from her mouth she stole from mine, what came to her heart was nothing but silence and cold. Through what foul mist did she walk, to forget her glee and glamour, and kiss a hate so deep, that it stained my lips years upon that date?

She fancied herself eternal, yet time bade her departure. Her hair has grown beyond the fancied length of shoulder and has become bone white. Her love has disappeared, her lips frail with time. She once devoured my soul, and I returned the favor. Her soul accompanied a great wine, aged in mist and anger, and the miasma, the orgy of color, scent, taste and life that I took from her body was beyond heaven and hell. I had touched her in places the sun never shone, and I had kissed her places that shadows could never form in. Her mind was nude before me, a fresh garden of green and blue. She fancied herself eternal yet I stole her shine. She fancied my soul, yet I kept that which was mine. And I smile today, an eternal smile, one that touches my fancy; She loved me until revenge loved her back.

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Art is addicting, an addict am I,
truth is I, the truth am I, the truth a lie!


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The following comments are for "Eternal"
by Siah

Keep Your Keys!
This work is mesmerizing, Siah! So well here is pictured the one sacrifice that one should never make for love: the sacrifice of one's soul. I haven't sacrificed my soul, but I am sold on your work, as always, Siah.

-Aubri

( Posted by: ArsPoet2789ica [Member] On: November 28, 2006 )





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