Posted by larxene [mc] on December 11, 2008, 1:42 pm
68.83.84.X
For, I, hate to be the bearer of such news;
But alas we have chosen to lay claim over you.
If only for a small duration of time,
I’d hope you’d enjoy the change of scenery.
For there is no green grass amidst the sand;
No predators with slathering jaws—
Where only sun bleached bones paint the ground.
Alas friend, I remember not meeting you.
And so even your name alludes my mind,
However friend, I will signal twice,
No more no less; and finally then I will come to know your name.
I have given you More then enough clues,
But how about one more?
A love you stole from me! And enraged,
I have chosen to take you nameless one.
You cannot hide for long…
Twice does the trumpet sound.
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