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In foggy eyes and misty trees,
She haunts my conscience, silently.
She rules our days with poison sands;
We’re building coffins..
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Oh fly,
sweet Meadowlark, with dusk,
Into the
embrace of night.
For in thy
heart lies loneliness,
And in thy
shadows, loveliness.
Now ..
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Didn't turn out like I had originally planned, but it works well enough.
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We set this
world ablaze, we did;
In fire and
ash, we surfaced.
Yet in the
hour, Hell rose aflame,
The demons
danced upon the name
Of ..
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The Serpentine Theatre arises
From the ashes, long forgotten;
Phoenix wing
curtains,
Lady Lune’s stage
light…
The tongues o..
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A little long... Longer than I intended, to be sure... Lets see if it works.
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The World is lowly,
gentle Fawn,
Our Day is dying, restless still
The Dusk cries out Child,
sleep; sleep on...
The Morning wakes, the fog b..
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Short Bit - part of a larger, but I wanted to post the first.
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Poem inspired from the picture.
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Old writing, just reposting.
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