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. Shadows preach unending nightmares, bent fingers probe the minds of the innocent Scratching beneath surface rust, corroded meanings Torches burn long faded eyes staring into an inferno of expected fears As I crawl, slowly, silently along a night shrouded path of sharp pebble and dried blood caked existences snuffed out ash and dew mix, a’stew in deep dish demons My silhouette, outlined grey thread weavings trap the fumes and stench of last night’s vanity in pockets filled with good versus evil and tiny lint fragments of hope   The horned one, painted in crimson glare Standing tall, this breathless beast jagged teeth, rotted flesh clings like goat cloth on twisted branch, thorns gouge, children weep endless I raise my bow, shoring my aim Straight this arrow of my lone chance To quell this deadly dreamscape,   slay the evil that forces men to their knees, women to pieces of discarded disgrace With one closed eye, I find the heart, if blackened charred remains can be a heart My hand trembles slight, release, flight – hit The creature wails an unholy noise, echoing despair through countryside canyons ablaze, collected back to hell And clouds part, clear skies appear Grimaced faces re-gather smiles warmed by sun beams dancing on daisy fields once more Stealthily I take my leave, due west My task has only just begun
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
Collected back to hell
. Shadows preach unending nightmares, bent fingers probe the minds of the innocent Scratching beneath surface rust, corroded meanings Torches burn long faded eyes staring into an inferno of expected fears As I crawl, slowly, silently along a night shrouded path of sharp pebble and dried blood caked existences snuffed out ash and dew mix, a’stew in deep dish demons My silhouette, outlined grey thread weavings trap the fumes and stench of last night’s vanity in pockets filled with good versus evil and tiny lint fragments of hope   The horned one, painted in crimson glare Standing tall, this breathless beast jagged teeth, rotted flesh clings like goat cloth on twisted branch, thorns gouge, children weep endless I raise my bow, shoring my aim Straight this arrow of my lone chance To quell this deadly dreamscape,   slay the evil that forces men to their knees, women to pieces of discarded disgrace With one closed eye, I find the heart, if blackened charred remains can be a heart My hand trembles slight, release, flight – hit The creature wails an unholy noise, echoing despair through countryside canyons ablaze, collected back to hell And clouds part, clear skies appear Grimaced faces re-gather smiles warmed by sun beams dancing on daisy fields once more Stealthily I take my leave, due west My task has only just begun
Stephank
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
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