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The moon bled, deep red reflections on the water Yesterday's eve, where madness was only rumors Maybe two streets down, or the cobbler's son Before the priests, before the cross came down Before the fires, which burned cold Frost clawed from oceans depths, undying rise Creatures of horrors, and blight Ripping forth from within, tearing hosts Something formed then, in my father's pride It crept out, changing organs flesh to else Growing within, stretching changing physiology Ready to burst, I can feel it soon Creatures lash about the night, creening Violence against nature, a gift from elder gods A virus, illness budding out of Bon Homme Couldn't what be birthed, stay home? But I could feel it, strengthening Memories of someone else, mother's child Flashes of night, gods falling from the sky Swallowed by the sea, drunken until mad My toes touched, webbing cool I drifted, floating my eyes Clear, studied sky, breath choking Taste the water, breathe the sea Back to the sea, back to the sea A bakers wife, bread no taste for me Husband slaughtered, black priests to see Worship the Sea God, turn or die To me, I found them torn Protecting mine, I cleaved them all My husband's eyes, between taloned nails Drunkened, blood drugged and mad Oh! But I wasn't alone, chaos ruled the eve Worshippers in ****** haze, gore filled the streets Flashing in and out, my mind sane and not Acts became memory, desire fuel All those that fled, unpursued Driven by fear, only half crazed While we devoured the town, each other But dawn found me cowering, changed Now my mind grows, a shadow of my lord My body turns, gills for my lips reach Drinking the salty sea, breathing deep Cleansed and born, anew

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Mar 10, 2016

Mar 10, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC

Cries, Breaths on the Wind

The moon bled, deep red reflections on the water Yesterday's eve, where madness was only rumors Maybe two streets down, or the cobbler's son Before the priests, before the cross came down Before the fires, which burned cold Frost clawed from oceans depths, undying rise Creatures of horrors, and blight Ripping forth from within, tearing hosts Something formed then, in my father's pride It crept out, changing organs flesh to else Growing within, stretching changing physiology Ready to burst, I can feel it soon Creatures lash about the night, creening Violence against nature, a gift from elder gods A virus, illness budding out of Bon Homme Couldn't what be birthed, stay home? But I could feel it, strengthening Memories of someone else, mother's child Flashes of night, gods falling from the sky Swallowed by the sea, drunken until mad My toes touched, webbing cool I drifted, floating my eyes Clear, studied sky, breath choking Taste the water, breathe the sea Back to the sea, back to the sea A bakers wife, bread no taste for me Husband slaughtered, black priests to see Worship the Sea God, turn or die To me, I found them torn Protecting mine, I cleaved them all My husband's eyes, between taloned nails Drunkened, blood drugged and mad Oh! But I wasn't alone, chaos ruled the eve Worshippers in ****** haze, gore filled the streets Flashing in and out, my mind sane and not Acts became memory, desire fuel All those that fled, unpursued Driven by fear, only half crazed While we devoured the town, each other But dawn found me cowering, changed Now my mind grows, a shadow of my lord My body turns, gills for my lips reach Drinking the salty sea, breathing deep Cleansed and born, anew

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Bustling energy of trade, fueled by wind and sea By the bay, this town lived and died Hauling stock, beast and trade Commerce of lives, both benign and mine Thousands of souls, the lifeblood of a town Building, crating and shipping Southward rumors of ancient gods, living in ocean deep Too fantastic for the mind, first trickled then rain They said, Cthulhu had walked again Scoffing, things of myths and madness Forgotten legends, and salty sailors' threats But rituals pestered, beneath night and cloak Attentions turned, as they always must From fantastic, back to life and living Until adrift, floating death made fall Rumors resurfaced, cinders to flame Dockyards without workers, migrants leave A strange disease, visited from slave to master From managed flame to fire, the grotesque grew Crying of unexplained pain, watching madness spread Freezing port, travel and even the wind The bay lay like glass, frozen in August's heat Neither wind, nor wave bothered the docks And folk looked now, to the religious for bread Of those, Christians alike Busied with new, task at hand I thought, we might pull through But newcomers mingled, stole members away Slowly churches emptied, in a span of days As even their pantries, emptied and barren I speak now, last fateful night More dark than pitch, as quiet as death A silent fire blew, giving neither heat nor light Beams cracked, charred to ash Before my very eyes, unbelieving and true Foul smoke, oily and slick crept Tendrils spilled out from the hall, I shuttered back Those that it touched, almost gently Fell, shuttering and breaking with plague Gathering my wits, wife and children We fled town, witnessing gathering horrors Mishappen feature is friends, family terrorized our way They had been broken, white eyes seeing naught Flesh drained of color, ashen and sometimes crushed Clawing at faces, a great violence to all near A couple puking sea water, conjoined at the hip Another opened his own gut, searching and chanting Still more hunted, having features more akin to the depths In the morning, as the ocean birthed the sun I could just see, what remains of the town In its unearthly stillness, movement caught my eye A procession of black, marching in step Strangely orderly, a contrast to the night Following a symbol, a banner held high It was then that I knew, remembered from the past Prophecy foretold, elements of evil from lore Stories from grand mere, meant to frighten or more Fallen gods, cast from the stars Slumbering, undead and yet alive Bedded beneath, immortal in the deep Such creatures, nightmares of another race Gathering ours, devouring sleep Now, awake

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Mar 3, 2016

Mar 3, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC

The Governance of Monsters

Bustling energy of trade, fueled by wind and sea By the bay, this town lived and died Hauling stock, beast and trade Commerce of lives, both benign and mine Thousands of souls, the lifeblood of a town Building, crating and shipping Southward rumors of ancient gods, living in ocean deep Too fantastic for the mind, first trickled then rain They said, Cthulhu had walked again Scoffing, things of myths and madness Forgotten legends, and salty sailors' threats But rituals pestered, beneath night and cloak Attentions turned, as they always must From fantastic, back to life and living Until adrift, floating death made fall Rumors resurfaced, cinders to flame Dockyards without workers, migrants leave A strange disease, visited from slave to master From managed flame to fire, the grotesque grew Crying of unexplained pain, watching madness spread Freezing port, travel and even the wind The bay lay like glass, frozen in August's heat Neither wind, nor wave bothered the docks And folk looked now, to the religious for bread Of those, Christians alike Busied with new, task at hand I thought, we might pull through But newcomers mingled, stole members away Slowly churches emptied, in a span of days As even their pantries, emptied and barren I speak now, last fateful night More dark than pitch, as quiet as death A silent fire blew, giving neither heat nor light Beams cracked, charred to ash Before my very eyes, unbelieving and true Foul smoke, oily and slick crept Tendrils spilled out from the hall, I shuttered back Those that it touched, almost gently Fell, shuttering and breaking with plague Gathering my wits, wife and children We fled town, witnessing gathering horrors Mishappen feature is friends, family terrorized our way They had been broken, white eyes seeing naught Flesh drained of color, ashen and sometimes crushed Clawing at faces, a great violence to all near A couple puking sea water, conjoined at the hip Another opened his own gut, searching and chanting Still more hunted, having features more akin to the depths In the morning, as the ocean birthed the sun I could just see, what remains of the town In its unearthly stillness, movement caught my eye A procession of black, marching in step Strangely orderly, a contrast to the night Following a symbol, a banner held high It was then that I knew, remembered from the past Prophecy foretold, elements of evil from lore Stories from grand mere, meant to frighten or more Fallen gods, cast from the stars Slumbering, undead and yet alive Bedded beneath, immortal in the deep Such creatures, nightmares of another race Gathering ours, devouring sleep Now, awake

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One by one, individual then group Faces look up, shine to the sky Elation rippled, and the town shuttered A horrible creature, stood once more Stepping from the sea, building beneath foot Timber to toothpick, stone ground to sand It stretched, edge of horizon to edge Wing tips ripped the sky, lightning crashed It's eyes, madness dripped from dark orbs Claws tips fingers, hung on heavy arms Muscles grew and gathered, ignoring effort As it dragged tails, seaweeds barnacled and old It had come to Bon Homme, as legends foretold Villagers succupiants now, of purest joy; driven mad Tearing at their hair and flesh, screams announcing its rebirth It cast its eyes west, as if it's gaze focused on a desire And it's head turned, toward sea once more Almost reluctant to leave its womb, cold embrace It's mouth bellowed, no earthy sound Tentacled fingers around its mouth, stretching; writhing That sound, not heard but shattering minds Eyes began to bleed, then run down Ichor down faces, ruined with black Ears drained, sick yellow One by one, individual then group As this God strode, once more Dropped, lifeless bodies shone

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Feb 28, 2016

Feb 28, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC

Sacrifice

One by one, individual then group Faces look up, shine to the sky Elation rippled, and the town shuttered A horrible creature, stood once more Stepping from the sea, building beneath foot Timber to toothpick, stone ground to sand It stretched, edge of horizon to edge Wing tips ripped the sky, lightning crashed It's eyes, madness dripped from dark orbs Claws tips fingers, hung on heavy arms Muscles grew and gathered, ignoring effort As it dragged tails, seaweeds barnacled and old It had come to Bon Homme, as legends foretold Villagers succupiants now, of purest joy; driven mad Tearing at their hair and flesh, screams announcing its rebirth It cast its eyes west, as if it's gaze focused on a desire And it's head turned, toward sea once more Almost reluctant to leave its womb, cold embrace It's mouth bellowed, no earthy sound Tentacled fingers around its mouth, stretching; writhing That sound, not heard but shattering minds Eyes began to bleed, then run down Ichor down faces, ruined with black Ears drained, sick yellow One by one, individual then group As this God strode, once more Dropped, lifeless bodies shone

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My breath caught, frozen in July Summer's heat, couldn't draw near Such was the sight, broken before me Crouching, ******* the earth The town broken, lay before me Radiated in charcoal end, smoking embers Centered around, spoked out Once standing proud, a church Only its brass cross now, tombstoned Precious packaged, I circled Searching for life, not charred remains Either eluded me, ash rained I crept, grey cloaked and hidden Strange stories, whispered on mens lips In homes lit brighter, the night seemed darker Far East, something had risen Had cast of ill formed shells, shrugged Minds and bodies, bent strange My destination, unsurvived This brimstone eruption, complete Little but a frame, withered home Sifting through wreckage, human and debris The hand was there, stiff and curled Wearing the ring, but not a ring Sawn, not touched The hand, with me As well, the ring In its place, less burdened The package, placed Payment for, left handed thief Spending moments, no less I sought the church, devoid of life Additional promise, hidden away It's timber splintered, crushing Burned from within, cries on the wind Its doors had been barred, broken in Protecting souls, blacken, wooden and thin Strange symbols, golden jeweled, silver skinned The Hanging God, crucified and crowned Such as gods may, none were saved Children, babies and mothers alike All tortured by flame, fire Treasure, reburied in hold Leather bound, and square And the thief, hand ring I redonned cloak, boot and stick Wrapped in grey, clinging to shadow With twightlite falling, sped foot Far from this place, burned to soot Too many human, blooded and torn But most haste, those dead and unhuman I watched close the shadowed, deep Fearing to be followed, more; unsleep Seeking to deliver unholy, but my soul keep

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Feb 23, 2016

Feb 23, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC

A Place Aside

My breath caught, frozen in July Summer's heat, couldn't draw near Such was the sight, broken before me Crouching, ******* the earth The town broken, lay before me Radiated in charcoal end, smoking embers Centered around, spoked out Once standing proud, a church Only its brass cross now, tombstoned Precious packaged, I circled Searching for life, not charred remains Either eluded me, ash rained I crept, grey cloaked and hidden Strange stories, whispered on mens lips In homes lit brighter, the night seemed darker Far East, something had risen Had cast of ill formed shells, shrugged Minds and bodies, bent strange My destination, unsurvived This brimstone eruption, complete Little but a frame, withered home Sifting through wreckage, human and debris The hand was there, stiff and curled Wearing the ring, but not a ring Sawn, not touched The hand, with me As well, the ring In its place, less burdened The package, placed Payment for, left handed thief Spending moments, no less I sought the church, devoid of life Additional promise, hidden away It's timber splintered, crushing Burned from within, cries on the wind Its doors had been barred, broken in Protecting souls, blacken, wooden and thin Strange symbols, golden jeweled, silver skinned The Hanging God, crucified and crowned Such as gods may, none were saved Children, babies and mothers alike All tortured by flame, fire Treasure, reburied in hold Leather bound, and square And the thief, hand ring I redonned cloak, boot and stick Wrapped in grey, clinging to shadow With twightlite falling, sped foot Far from this place, burned to soot Too many human, blooded and torn But most haste, those dead and unhuman I watched close the shadowed, deep Fearing to be followed, more; unsleep Seeking to deliver unholy, but my soul keep

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Her voice was poetic, such a bard may be From my half drunk haze, I wandered Looking up, she wasn't much a girl She was tugging at sleeves, begging a scrap A tale she spoke, of tears and madness Bending any ear, that a bit might try Throughout the night I puzzled, pieces Of stricken towns, all easterly Her father sickened, a cousin liken The story beg curious, draining my enibe Time wandered, much as patrons do The little girl was found, by my side Tossing her gold, she began But to my sober eyes, she cringed For her story, more than passing; (She began) Of her life, when cornered I wanted it in whole, not beggary Heir to dirt, spoken in small words It was true, witnessed event Beyond her small mind, driven slightly mad The story twisted, tangents borne by emotions It crept through the village, she lived Affecting old and young, alike A plague of the mind, before the body Those slim recovered, as she was one Say nightmarish creature, devoured the sea Looming and tentacled, shelled crowned but flesh Pillaged her mind, linking to others Voice minds so loud, drowning her screams Others clawing, burning their ears; carving flesh Murderous intentions, toward husbands and wives Children flailing, glimpsing lives to come Wailing, the chaotic violence of the flesh Slowly at first, the story was drawn In her little voice, lost its pan Confession came, through her tears Sins not yet committed, a life hers to be Memories of pain, unbroken fate Suffrage of life, before ones age I sipped rough mead, ordered food for her tale Half listening to story, feeling the looming A creature seeing us, omniscient from her eyes She went on for hours, spent Others draped, across table and chair Unconscious from sleep, or dark in drink On and on, the story unfolded This shadowy entity, closer for sure It's name unspoken, but knowing me here The key (she said), it needed a door It said, spokeless to her mind And the tale, must be told

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Feb 16, 2016

Feb 16, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC

Rumors of the Sea God

Her voice was poetic, such a bard may be From my half drunk haze, I wandered Looking up, she wasn't much a girl She was tugging at sleeves, begging a scrap A tale she spoke, of tears and madness Bending any ear, that a bit might try Throughout the night I puzzled, pieces Of stricken towns, all easterly Her father sickened, a cousin liken The story beg curious, draining my enibe Time wandered, much as patrons do The little girl was found, by my side Tossing her gold, she began But to my sober eyes, she cringed For her story, more than passing; (She began) Of her life, when cornered I wanted it in whole, not beggary Heir to dirt, spoken in small words It was true, witnessed event Beyond her small mind, driven slightly mad The story twisted, tangents borne by emotions It crept through the village, she lived Affecting old and young, alike A plague of the mind, before the body Those slim recovered, as she was one Say nightmarish creature, devoured the sea Looming and tentacled, shelled crowned but flesh Pillaged her mind, linking to others Voice minds so loud, drowning her screams Others clawing, burning their ears; carving flesh Murderous intentions, toward husbands and wives Children flailing, glimpsing lives to come Wailing, the chaotic violence of the flesh Slowly at first, the story was drawn In her little voice, lost its pan Confession came, through her tears Sins not yet committed, a life hers to be Memories of pain, unbroken fate Suffrage of life, before ones age I sipped rough mead, ordered food for her tale Half listening to story, feeling the looming A creature seeing us, omniscient from her eyes She went on for hours, spent Others draped, across table and chair Unconscious from sleep, or dark in drink On and on, the story unfolded This shadowy entity, closer for sure It's name unspoken, but knowing me here The key (she said), it needed a door It said, spokeless to her mind And the tale, must be told

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In a moment, all had changed We sat, as many might For dinner, late Rolls and peas, plus a bit of meat Once a week, we fared better than many It came like a wave, rolling From the east, if facing east I know for at my table, I looked north But felt the change, weary my bones I saw my wife, her eyes blue Deeply light blue, almost gray I saw her **** eyes changed green Struggled, she breathed Then the wave, took one after another I felt it pass, emotions tumbling at once She seen something, hidden Miles away, blocked from sight From behind stone walls, as we prayed Then, the **** She howled, we all whimpered For the madness, overwhelmed Contagious, it spread I heard it first, bringing me back From neighbors, less distant and west Snapping me back, to see her Gnashing, breaking her teeth Pulling and ripping, hair She flailed, grasping a fork Stabbing our children, one to another Before I could move, inhumanly fast As they cowered, deep in rising fear Not of her, but of the emotions rippling From distant and far, but always east I struggled, when she came at me Flinging my arm up, warding her off My knife came up, involunteerily Then it dimmed, although Some great beast, gathered it's rage In some great birth, then awareness It pulsed, lower now Like humming, out of mind Letting us know, a god now strode We could feel it, where it looked It's attention, driven us mad And now, we live in its shadow

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Feb 12, 2016

Feb 12, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC

The Quake

In a moment, all had changed We sat, as many might For dinner, late Rolls and peas, plus a bit of meat Once a week, we fared better than many It came like a wave, rolling From the east, if facing east I know for at my table, I looked north But felt the change, weary my bones I saw my wife, her eyes blue Deeply light blue, almost gray I saw her **** eyes changed green Struggled, she breathed Then the wave, took one after another I felt it pass, emotions tumbling at once She seen something, hidden Miles away, blocked from sight From behind stone walls, as we prayed Then, the **** She howled, we all whimpered For the madness, overwhelmed Contagious, it spread I heard it first, bringing me back From neighbors, less distant and west Snapping me back, to see her Gnashing, breaking her teeth Pulling and ripping, hair She flailed, grasping a fork Stabbing our children, one to another Before I could move, inhumanly fast As they cowered, deep in rising fear Not of her, but of the emotions rippling From distant and far, but always east I struggled, when she came at me Flinging my arm up, warding her off My knife came up, involunteerily Then it dimmed, although Some great beast, gathered it's rage In some great birth, then awareness It pulsed, lower now Like humming, out of mind Letting us know, a god now strode We could feel it, where it looked It's attention, driven us mad And now, we live in its shadow

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A great bubble rose Rose, but didn't break From the depths of the salty sea I watched it from my sprire As it had, every day Rose, but never broke Like giant fish, or beast Pushing up from the deep The water displaced, rose As spectators stood Then, daily spread norm, wain Novelty lost, still it rose Until all but I, left their ways Secluded, solitary towered life Stranded here, I watch it rose The boats of this town Sail around the great dome, rose Set to fish, bring them home But today, I saw, surprised A horror, take ship, rose Splintering rails, plank and souls A creature from beyond Nightmarish, tentacled, darkness The sea, arose I called for my son, Bring warning, rose The town, the town! But my son, ignored Too bothered by elderly blood, rose I shuttered my window, Lighning broke, blossomed A cracked sky, rose As the creature, turned to Bon Homme

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Feb 8, 2016

Feb 8, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC

It Rose

A great bubble rose Rose, but didn't break From the depths of the salty sea I watched it from my sprire As it had, every day Rose, but never broke Like giant fish, or beast Pushing up from the deep The water displaced, rose As spectators stood Then, daily spread norm, wain Novelty lost, still it rose Until all but I, left their ways Secluded, solitary towered life Stranded here, I watch it rose The boats of this town Sail around the great dome, rose Set to fish, bring them home But today, I saw, surprised A horror, take ship, rose Splintering rails, plank and souls A creature from beyond Nightmarish, tentacled, darkness The sea, arose I called for my son, Bring warning, rose The town, the town! But my son, ignored Too bothered by elderly blood, rose I shuttered my window, Lighning broke, blossomed A cracked sky, rose As the creature, turned to Bon Homme

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Red mist that night Unholy still Our ships pins marring That ocean like glass For the wind, all at once, had died I strode the deck, bashing heads As I must, such as men were Loosed sails that might May a breeze sort the lot Twilight had broke The first sight to fix me, My dearest new maiden wife Bon Homme she stayed Small miles west, whaling I must stay The next, stole my breadth The whole of the ocean rose Blending both sky and sea Where one began I could not tell But it's glass caught us up Brought us high, fearing to tip From wince it's cresting The very sea brought to waste Screaming to lash sail The words strangled my throat I could see them come Not one at first, but sprang Many as though they were the sea itself Tearing at decking, board and man Destroying, in mad waste A mass of scrabbling death The ocean bubbled, cursing its own fate Each parts aquatic fish, The dead men of a thousand years Drowned, and undead Grasping, ripping, and tearing at life In a moment I was thrown From faithful decking Knocking myself senseless upon the spar Suddenly in the cold To my men, in lifeboats tossed about Creatures, rose around us Twice the height of man A guffaw, almost laughter Before they opened mouths as one And cast their eyes upon us Behind their voices Like chirping of birds All black of wing A song, barely heard Just beyond its words With a menace of despair Too grand for comprehension The night darkened As the stars winked out One by one The entities, became one Tor'd Ul d'Chulp It bleed my ears as it spoke The ocean boiled around my little boat Inward I cowered when it spoke it's name It seemed to straighten If something of such great height could And turned away Our crew of six, nightmarish awe Our lifeboat then thrown about in its wake At which point, men screamed I know, for I was among them Not for our lot, now with the sea But for what we witnessed Birthed from the deep Striding toward our homes The village of Bon Homme We knew would be gone by morn Knowing naught what befallen us Only the fate of those to come

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Jan 26, 2016

Jan 26, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC

The Village of Bon Homme

Red mist that night Unholy still Our ships pins marring That ocean like glass For the wind, all at once, had died I strode the deck, bashing heads As I must, such as men were Loosed sails that might May a breeze sort the lot Twilight had broke The first sight to fix me, My dearest new maiden wife Bon Homme she stayed Small miles west, whaling I must stay The next, stole my breadth The whole of the ocean rose Blending both sky and sea Where one began I could not tell But it's glass caught us up Brought us high, fearing to tip From wince it's cresting The very sea brought to waste Screaming to lash sail The words strangled my throat I could see them come Not one at first, but sprang Many as though they were the sea itself Tearing at decking, board and man Destroying, in mad waste A mass of scrabbling death The ocean bubbled, cursing its own fate Each parts aquatic fish, The dead men of a thousand years Drowned, and undead Grasping, ripping, and tearing at life In a moment I was thrown From faithful decking Knocking myself senseless upon the spar Suddenly in the cold To my men, in lifeboats tossed about Creatures, rose around us Twice the height of man A guffaw, almost laughter Before they opened mouths as one And cast their eyes upon us Behind their voices Like chirping of birds All black of wing A song, barely heard Just beyond its words With a menace of despair Too grand for comprehension The night darkened As the stars winked out One by one The entities, became one Tor'd Ul d'Chulp It bleed my ears as it spoke The ocean boiled around my little boat Inward I cowered when it spoke it's name It seemed to straighten If something of such great height could And turned away Our crew of six, nightmarish awe Our lifeboat then thrown about in its wake At which point, men screamed I know, for I was among them Not for our lot, now with the sea But for what we witnessed Birthed from the deep Striding toward our homes The village of Bon Homme We knew would be gone by morn Knowing naught what befallen us Only the fate of those to come

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Lithe of body, twist and perform Narrow waisted wasp Flit your wings Shimmer like smoke in light Golden skin cascades Dancing across muscles, move Longest dark hair, trailing movements, round and round Seductive eyes, See but never meet Hips grinding Spanish beat Toes spin, dance the heat Hot, humid in the night The audience sweats Drops drip, for her Soaking the wheat Dance, snake dance Find meat to eat Show strength, fuel Slay witch Dark stones cage your floor Keep you where There, there, and here Sing, lusting unveiled desire Fingers bleeding Decorating, pushing the air Falling on blind eyes, deaf ears Only not to see, or hear The wind plays your music Drums in the still trees, Rocks split in the night Beating rain begins to pour Thunder pounds to your whip Lightening from your eyes Rage shaking, sensual beast Focus, grinding dance Light on foot, Bent at knee Arms out flung Weaving hair, she Around the tempest Shaping storm From singular dance To eat men's hearts

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Jan 23, 2016

Jan 23, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC

Serpentina

Lithe of body, twist and perform Narrow waisted wasp Flit your wings Shimmer like smoke in light Golden skin cascades Dancing across muscles, move Longest dark hair, trailing movements, round and round Seductive eyes, See but never meet Hips grinding Spanish beat Toes spin, dance the heat Hot, humid in the night The audience sweats Drops drip, for her Soaking the wheat Dance, snake dance Find meat to eat Show strength, fuel Slay witch Dark stones cage your floor Keep you where There, there, and here Sing, lusting unveiled desire Fingers bleeding Decorating, pushing the air Falling on blind eyes, deaf ears Only not to see, or hear The wind plays your music Drums in the still trees, Rocks split in the night Beating rain begins to pour Thunder pounds to your whip Lightening from your eyes Rage shaking, sensual beast Focus, grinding dance Light on foot, Bent at knee Arms out flung Weaving hair, she Around the tempest Shaping storm From singular dance To eat men's hearts

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At a point in a time Two ends met and bound Folded over each other A loving package between them Wrapped in reds, blues, and silver tones Crisp edges mirrored on each side Corners tapped perfect and whole The ribbons reached easily Time passed and never opened Shelved, too pretty to open Maybe fear for ruination Or the present not match the bow Bits of sunlight fell Drifting lazily down With every little draft Slowly dulling it's shine It still glowed inside Still bright it's light Unquenched warmth To shame it's wrap Untouched and less admired Scared of its long depths It became a child's toy Unused and forgotten Thickly covered by years Beyond ignored and lost Memories passed over Without a backwards glance When, time came to pass Delicate breadth, brought puffs Fingers touched at bows Ribbons untied, unwrapped The light shown forth Shedding years, wrinkles and tears Luster returns to eyes Youth comes to mind The tiniest of smiles Brushes her lips Memories flood And she remembers love

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Jan 21, 2016

Jan 21, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC

Dusty, Ribboned Bows

At a point in a time Two ends met and bound Folded over each other A loving package between them Wrapped in reds, blues, and silver tones Crisp edges mirrored on each side Corners tapped perfect and whole The ribbons reached easily Time passed and never opened Shelved, too pretty to open Maybe fear for ruination Or the present not match the bow Bits of sunlight fell Drifting lazily down With every little draft Slowly dulling it's shine It still glowed inside Still bright it's light Unquenched warmth To shame it's wrap Untouched and less admired Scared of its long depths It became a child's toy Unused and forgotten Thickly covered by years Beyond ignored and lost Memories passed over Without a backwards glance When, time came to pass Delicate breadth, brought puffs Fingers touched at bows Ribbons untied, unwrapped The light shown forth Shedding years, wrinkles and tears Luster returns to eyes Youth comes to mind The tiniest of smiles Brushes her lips Memories flood And she remembers love

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