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Mar 26
a crescendo of dark forces
with symphonic demonic laughter

consumed by vampiric spirits
deluged by their scorn
all hope is lost

a faint whisper ensues
a gentle cadence
is sensed

without sinister thunder
encompassing calm
can never be formed

before malevolent shadows
break through to the light
they assault

wrestling into the psyche’s fissures
infringing on tethered remnants of fear
they unite

solely consciousness
in all of its elegance

the blackest of forces
into golden light

jane taylor
Written by
jane taylor  utah
   Mark S and Jamadhi Verse
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