Song VIII from The Madness of HoraA Poem by Anne MartinAn excerpt from The Book of CyrusThis is a thousand more words Tiny seed germinated into a laughing stock Ride on MacDuff, you fluff maker Pig Latin marvel of reflection Three castanets salute the coming dawn The oracle brushed the barnacles off The clanking of my garden door To take my place, thunder-stealer Pure spirit, Hula Hoop of destiny Sticky flood of senseless tears My life can never endeth © 2024 Anne MartinAuthor's Note
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Added on July 26, 2024 Last Updated on July 26, 2024 Tags: madness, loneliness, abandonment, lunacy AuthorAnne MartinThe second circle of hell.AboutAfter 15 years I have finished The Cult of Hahn. Editing time. Professional musician. Private person I love fantasy, especially dark sexy stories. more..Writing
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