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As always The sky is painted grey Which caused a solemn drone to spill out on to the trees below The bark of these is streaked with a terra cotta smear, My skin And the pitter patter of rain matches the tempo of The pitter patter of my feet matches the Tones of the sod and clay I am running Away and towards The cloaked man and refuge, respectfully // The cloaked man approached me in slumber His voice- static and void of inflection- draped over my body and stung my flesh with the sensation of poison. // Stripped of light, I ran into the fleeting night In hopes of gathering my bearings I cast my eyes to Great Polaris And began to sing "Oh Grand Astra! This I beg of Thee, Dissolve this fog that I again may see!" And from thistle and thorn emerged the cloaked man, Grinning a malevolent grin His stare laden with sin He spake "Can't you see you belong to me? I have brought you knowledge and I have brought you gain, But you run, and now all you'll feel is pain." And he broke my arms. As I writhed in agony, I called to the Northern Star, And he pulled at my jaw until it was off. He stuck an arrow in my lungs so that I would shut up, But I would not. With every gasp I cried out, And he tore out my tongue. He left me to die to return to the soil and sod.
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
Polaris
As always The sky is painted grey Which caused a solemn drone to spill out on to the trees below The bark of these is streaked with a terra cotta smear, My skin And the pitter patter of rain matches the tempo of The pitter patter of my feet matches the Tones of the sod and clay I am running Away and towards The cloaked man and refuge, respectfully // The cloaked man approached me in slumber His voice- static and void of inflection- draped over my body and stung my flesh with the sensation of poison. // Stripped of light, I ran into the fleeting night In hopes of gathering my bearings I cast my eyes to Great Polaris And began to sing "Oh Grand Astra! This I beg of Thee, Dissolve this fog that I again may see!" And from thistle and thorn emerged the cloaked man, Grinning a malevolent grin His stare laden with sin He spake "Can't you see you belong to me? I have brought you knowledge and I have brought you gain, But you run, and now all you'll feel is pain." And he broke my arms. As I writhed in agony, I called to the Northern Star, And he pulled at my jaw until it was off. He stuck an arrow in my lungs so that I would shut up, But I would not. With every gasp I cried out, And he tore out my tongue. He left me to die to return to the soil and sod.
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
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