I stood there in the abyss with hope
Talking with a lost past to cope
We together, aquaintances unknown
The scars of time - deep, unshown...
Stamding near the gurgling stream,
our voices had been for long unseen
We had, we knew in the deepest hearts
Words to hurl, to burn and charr.
Yet in the lucid flow of thoughts
We closed to ideas of dawn
In the hearts of ours deep we knew
We knew secretly of the dark
The dark that hid in me and him
The dark that screamed behind the masks that dwelt
Dwelt on faces now red
For our hearts knew the ancient knot
And love was all they felt.
Yet near the ancient creek
Near the creek of doom
There was none but silence dwelt
Dwelt on face of loons,
The loons who knew the pain of his
But kept to the peace of noon...
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