Thunder carved
And lightning born
Steel sharp
With perfect form
Oceans part
The waters shorn
Wild heart
Gives chase to storms
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What rage he feigned, to hold his reign
Feats of glory, swollen stories
So legends claim a perfect name
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At the base of my spine
I trap a shiver
As the glint in your eyes
no longer glitters
On the curve of my cheek
the tears turn silver
For the want of your touch
you don’t deliver
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Though damp lines down his face are creeping
I see a strength in his gentle weeping
A steady heart, his head high keeping
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She’s starlit pure and angel kissed
Where checkered halls in time persist
Her pearl bloom in earthly hearts
Tears fervent men of sense apart
Emmi Lawrence 