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A Poem by Brandon Taylor-Black
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More randomness....( I think it's an ode to my ancestry....)

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I bear the crux of mortality

But breathe in the decadence of the hereafter

Juxtaposed in weakened flesh

The Siren sings her song of Death

 

The melody of massacre

Chilling is the final skreigh

Bedazzled by her fatal kiss

Now succumbed to a heart, to cease

 

Skirl the tune, An Ode To Death

Fit me out in Oak

Lay me down, in my homeland

My Final Highland Fling

 

Cold Celtic blood no longer runs

Cernunnos claimed my soul

Beneath the thistle, I slumber now

May I Rest In Peace

© 2008 Brandon Taylor-Black


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Brandon Taylor-Black
Brandon Taylor-Black

Huddersfield



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I 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..

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