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Oct 2020
Gloomy it was, that midnight
His pale countenance, wicked smile
Inevitable sweep, Wolf to Sheep

But I ran on the stony pavement, barefoot
Bathed in my unshackled hair, misty breath

I feared for my decaying soul,
But his words complete me

'You will never be afraid again
Never alone, never old
Beauty untold'

A muteness unfold,
All the words that had meaning to me
Taken from my lips

I stopped,
Wings of shadow held my waist gently,
It felt like home,
How I missed the feeling,
As I stepped into the Unknown
Kindred and Sire.
Kyle
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