Who Are TheseA Poem by Brandon Taylor-BlackI have no idea what this piece is about Who are these
Within citadels of skin The Heaven Chorus The throatless, voiceless Carved of stone Who are these Of windowglass substance Ashen features Wingless creatures Marble miscreants Who are these Of gilded flesh Hoof and horn In crypt boudoirs Sultry Sandstone seductresses Who are these Of deepest dreams Bring me to my knees Like falling leaves Who are these? © 2008 Brandon Taylor-Black |
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1 Review Added on February 11, 2008 AuthorBrandon Taylor-BlackHuddersfieldAboutI write for pleasure, and for therapeutic reasons...it relaxes me. Why exist in the real world when my own world holds such splendor? That's enough about me though, please, read away, and if you f.. more..Writing
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