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Jan 2019
Rusty axe in hand, cold air on the face
Holding down with a single damp hand
Recoiled in place
Slammed down with a thud and a crack
Another in rapid succession
And then another still in a dark progression
Pain racks the mind, disgust sights the eyes

The twilight moon covered by clouds
Refusing to witness what has transpired
Mind dulled, and heart torn
Eyes front, recoil once more
With a final throw a shatter rings out
The land convulses, the wind cries out
Something beautiful is thrown throughout

It was a cold dark night when it came to pass
That from out of the dark and into the light
I shattered my soul to keep you alight
And if I had but another soul to give, I'd offer it up on this altar of fate
Written by
Cicero  M
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