A Call From The MiasmaA Poem by TkessThe eerie lullaby Whispers from the corridors Sirens, a forgotten lore
Candles burn Forsaken fire, Shadows dancing
Lure me, seductress Sweet is thy voice, Euphonious melody
Suspense hangs The noose secured tight Death of subtlety
Laughing are the stars Humble in its abode Smiling is the moon,
He knows the score
A glimpse of bare bone Exposed heart of a Bleeding dawn, indecent
Drown in the wake The high water mark, gone Momentum lost, eyes blind
Flies caught in a web Vibrations, telltale heart Still beating © 2011 TkessReviews
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3 Reviews Added on June 24, 2011 Last Updated on June 24, 2011 AuthorTkessPittsburgh, PAAboutWhen I first joined this site I provided a very vague profile of who I am. So, I figured I would elaborate a bit more on what makes me, me. I am 30 years old. For the past 7 ½ years I was a me.. more..Writing
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