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Echo by
Me, an Anonymous Personage
I am a curséd one indeed
To live so near to one I love
Yet find him partial as a wave
Unto the seafloor's minute grains.
Am I so base as to deserve
So sad a fate as such I've found?
A gift from Hell, this love so strong,
So beauteous, yet stings like a thorn.
Myself a fey, mere happenstance
Has thrown on my once youthful frame
Such darkened light; an Earth-man's curse
Has struck me down as with a sword.
Alone forever shall I be
Fitted eternally in this rock
The memories bring more pain than joy;
My rotting heart can never die.
Caught in the mere, I see his form
In death more lovely than in life
White locks awak'ning with the sun
Blood-rimmed gold head, leaved robe of green.
Life is but a barren field
For me, a one whose shadow cries
Echoing back o'er mountains, shrieks
Of agony in response to strangers.
7.2008
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