A character of mine wants to write a poem.
How do you think he did?
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My grave was bare but I kept it well
Sealed within I kept company with ghosts
Your eyes shown in the darkness, peering in
brighter than Winter-moon when pain is sharpest.
My life black ink on pale paper standing still
yet your voice raised it into brilliant song
I've felt the tender touch of cruelty and called it love
but when you touch me there are no threads
walking bones in flesh, I deserved less
Yet I saw that a heart does not need to bleed to beat.
A hand does not need to bruise to hold
Words need not sting or burn to be spoken
It was you that pulled me from this tomb
and told me that I live, I feel, I am.
We may be but two dead men, cold hands clasped
But my heart beat true at your kiss, when I thought death the end