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Birth – meant for convenience and enslavement Life – valueless, pitiable Death – merely hours away Sunlight – a strange word in a foreign language Torture – a way of life Bone – what you hear scrape against the floor Blade – to puncture and prod Smiles – to mock and degrade Festival… Continue reading “Starlight Haven” – Poetry
Fleeting shadows, wisps of darkness Arrested breath Illusion? Flashing beacons, wings so bright Racing mind Confusion. Scarlet portals, sinister gaze Rising fear Delusion? Light is darkness, darkness - light? Woven webs Corruption. "Nothing to fear. Do as thou wilt." Questionable fantasy Propagation? Angelic sonnets turned to sneers Devilish growls Deception!… Continue reading “Those Who Watch (and Those Who Don’t)” – Poetry
The rushing waves of fury Broken hearts left in his wake That old deception endlessly beguiling the fool From the time of the first sun He has sown his bitter seed Recklessly clawing, boldly rampaging The paradise of innocent breed Now revealed to the few who gather The light shines boldly on his morbid throne… Continue reading “Demon Of Rage” – Poetry
I saw a battle waged today between two fearful beasts - One born in the west and the other in the east . The first was clothed in tattered threads that formerly had gleamed - The second wore a kingly robe made from our darkest dreams. The first had shredded, bleeding wings that suffered many… Continue reading “The Intrepid” – Poetry
The Chosen One beloved by all appears with open hands - On the Anniversary Of Death, against the midnight blue. Such a simple magic lantern show! It’s designer is a twisted mind. Thousands come on bended knee, But by the numbers – Is it true? The merchant comes with gold and silver - “Here is… Continue reading “Is It True?” – Poetry
In fear I tremble – dark of night - The racing terrors holding sway - Disturbed by images bold and bright - Cowering, praying for light of day. A friend I have, far off in space - A palace of moon beams and feathers abounds. Mind frozen still – words hastily vanish - Emptiness. Panic… Continue reading “Dear Friend” – Poetry
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