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| A very artistic pic of my now lost girl cat Lexus Ton-Ton. |
A Thought At ChristmasIt's Christmas eve! I'm all alone,A Thought At Christmas by ~osyris
save two cats and a dog.
I take artwork off of the walls,
warmed by my gas-flamed logs.
I think of all I hold so dear
and all so far away;
and of the fact that I must work
upon this Christmas day.
It makes me sad, so all alone
while others sup with kin.
While moving gives me two abodes,
they rest empty within.
I look back on my shameful deeds;
just coal for me this year.
As others give to prove me wrong
I can't in kind, I fear.
Yet as I pause and reminisce
a happy thought unfolds,
reminding me of all my friends
and family to hold.
"Behold the count of all you miss;
for whom your thoughts
Tides of DarknessGrotesque are the stars of the eveningTides of Darkness by ~osyris
Who come to replace courage with dread.
Unnamable things are now stirring
And some do not live just in your head!
Where tides of great darkness forms shadows;
Fade colors, and outlines, and sureness.
Where all that was once known unravels
As the high gibbous moon hides its fears.
Here will you find fresh morbid terrors
From ages remote and decayed;
Of horrors so sick and perverted
That shatters the mind and the brain!
What heavenly blasphemous figure,
A charnel-soaked visage of niter,
Alight by dark witch-flames from pyres,
Now broods over you with desire?
Hovering under the ether sky,
C
Dancing StringsI revel in the waves come crashing from the seaDancing Strings by ~osyris
I sink into that blue sky falling down on me
Though every situation ne'er more will free
The shinning little dancers smiling for a fee
I see the revelations swirling like a bee
I need no bitter darkness for my calm to be
Nobody ever lingers for the dawn to see
The strumming of my heart strings dancing merrily
I always seem to wander in and out of time
I never count the hours when I'm lost in rhyme
In all but few occasions loneliness will chime
A moody intonation stepping into grime
I sit beside the fireside of my paradigm
I cannot stay forever, though I strive to mime
The love the
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Tired 
. I really appreciate it. 
