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May 27, 2007 0:16:03 GMT -5
Post by Eurydice on May 27, 2007 0:16:03 GMT -5
((About halfway between Trilarese and Frost Reach))I’ve seen the way you see me in your dreams And what you want to do to me, it seems. Your blue eyes reflect dread in my blue eyes; Your blood-slicked knife reflects the candles’ beams. My death you dream and hate and ritualize— I’ve seen the way you see me in your dreams— The set-up, snare, surprise, the sobs, the screams, And what you want to do to me, it seems. Strange love, against your killer’s heart it teems (I’ve seen the way you see me in your dreams) And what you want to do to me, it seems, Is kill the love your killing glorifies. I watch this man play out the evening’s themes; Achieved fulfillment of th’assassin’s schemes He pushes the blade into her and cries And watching, she (he does not realize), Knows what he wants to do to her, it seems, And sees the way he sees her in his dreams.
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