How can this be,
That life slips away from me,
Were not mine tears and blood,
Worthy to lift thy chalice,
Over mine heart that was,
Truly yours...
And before i lift this dagger,
Upon thy pulse,thou mayest know,
Your demise becometh this day,
And i shall take thee,
As mine own saviour...
Never leave me...
Subject: Knight of Blashyrkh's Works 
Tue 18 Aug 2009, 9:20 am
