![]() DreamhouseA Poem by Xanthous Crow
Running, always running
A labyrinth of darkness A trap most cunning Trapped, a fate most heartless. A waking nightmare Doomed to wander eternal On the verge of breakdown, despair! A dreamworld of hellish visions, infernal! Why am I stuck here? Traumatized with horrific scenes! Will this darkness be never made clear? A half-world of gossamer screens and grotesque human-figurines. My mind forever imprisoned within a gibbet of fear; In stasis, doomed to die I believe that I will never escape. Oh, how I miss you, evening sky! I wish for a new life, one fresh to reshape. © 2012 Xanthous Crow |
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Added on January 6, 2012 Last Updated on January 6, 2012 Author![]() Xanthous CrowMount Erebus, AntarcticaAbout"Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancho.. more..Writing
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