Words flowing as sweet wine to crystal flute
Lips caressing sweetest fruit from the vine
All sense of conversation seems so moot
Grapes turning into raisins before eyes
Is it the destination where dreams die
A place where clouds form to hold mighty rein
A place where dignity can hold head high
Sometimes victory is not a pleasure
Words no longer needed all has been placed
Silence echoing as if loud thunder
Slowly out of the mist rises the erased
And what was is no longer,nor will be
Like a birth of a new innocent life
Forming union of devil and his wife

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