At the Hands of IA Poem by Tai Ryensas I unknowingly clutched my undoing . . .Have I not pondered beneath death's rusted blade tasting the sour malevolence of the crimson afterlife divine as I sought for the bearer of the scythe in the bleary sketch portrayed only to realize that the skeletal fingers clutching my undoing are mine ~ How is it that I've fallen by a weight that has never been mine to tote plummeting into enticing puddles of black blending with a lovely scarlet saved am I from the malice that had once tickled and strangled my throat destined to boil in golden crops alike to the rest of the harvest © 2012 Tai RyensAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTai RyensBay Area, CAAboutI must start that I am not as active as I should be on this site, though I do tend to drop by every now and then and review what I can from friends and those whose works I enjoy. Currently, I am dippi.. more..Writing
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