The DreamerA Poem by Ripped Denim 💜Fallow aeons crossed amid sea of frost to unknowing star, set in bed of char, cerulean orb, birthing handsome hoard. Hunger in its eye... too rich to pass by. Explosive feeding, ash veil shades breeding, feasting at its core, sleeping, growing store. Life-force sapped, wilted, spirits gored, stilted. Teeming life bled raw, bred for a dark maw. Streaming animal panic, eld alias satanic. Ageless silent possession of this mad, mad procession. © 2015 Ripped Denim 💜 |
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Added on December 2, 2015 Last Updated on December 2, 2015 Tags: Apocalyptic, Science Fiction AuthorRipped Denim 💜FLAboutBad backwards is dab. Dabble. Like a bad haiku. I dabble in bad. more..Writing
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