Forever mistress of Blue Hole
I'll have them all...
Keep your breath and enter
Let your God be your guide
Through the vertical fall,
Further, farther from light
Dear guest, why so scared?
It was never that comfy
In my cold sandy lair
As for so many years
I've been taking my pay
From the grave-taken sages
Oh, what we have here?
My love, why so pale?
The heart is so hard,
Lungs yearning for air?
The eyes almost blind,
The mind full of dark?
Come here, my love,
My tears - salty drops,
Your way - full of stops,
My arms be the last one.
Blue Hole
© Copyright: Авенчуристе, 2010
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