A Blade of Foreshadow
By Nick Maddix November 16, 2004 at 5:25 AM

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beneath the surface of our skin
suspended by an aura of flame
the passion of this thing called 'life'
echoes in a rhymic name

enthralled by an unknown devotion
persuaded in a mosaic dance
caressed underneath the heights of the sun
embodied in a fruitful trance

calling for its master now
the truth scared within the steel
a hidden destiny that is foul
a chill so sinister, it is real

come to me oh faithful one
your desires only seek a path
the boundless oceans cannot taint
the crimson of a scratch

for when you taste the holy light
surrendering your soul to the rain
all shall become crystal clear
and its knowledge shall be yours obtained