The Pages In Between
There is a fountain
Above the clouds I see
Frozen in the stars
Like sweet Persephone
And there lies darkness
Beyond the world I know
That doesn't reach above the realm
Of Apollo's silver bow.
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The darkness and the fountain
Are by human eyes unseen
Like the quiet calm and closure
Found within a dead man's dream
As I stand to view existence
From the pages in between.
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Among the living lay the dead
Still and silent in shadows behind
As I the Hunter lift my head
With other victims to find.
For just a taste of the fountain's flow
Is in the darkness of their death
As a body jerks away from life
And they breathe their final breath.
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Their source of living is stolen -
Drank down like a poisonous vial -
Restoring my youth and power -
Effused passion with love's denial.
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The darkness and the fountain
Are by human eyes unseen
Like the quiet calm and closure
Found within a dead man's dream
As I stand to view existence
From the pages in between.
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Among the living lay the dead
Still and silent in shadows near
As I the dark Hunter raise my head
Waiting for you to appear. . .
Copyright © July 2000 Jason S. Moore
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