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I knew a kind old preacher once The least of likely places met He never fiery sermon preached But with me still A seed he left I find myself some years down the path Lost, naught with house nor home But not for loss of company My bitter and sweet compatriots Beside me, a trio, we three roam El Sombra is a handsome gent My closest friend, strays but never far Darker than me in every way A wicked humor, exquisite memory One purest soul as black as tar He rarely speaks but when he does Only whispers in my ear Things t’would make the old crone blush The noble gallant, shudder fear But to balance out my ***** and specter I hold the lady on my left Singing the ever youthful, maiden’s song Tales of love, of joy, of sorrows past That sweetest kiss of promise hides, Behind Decanter’s ornate breast How did you do it preacher, Conquer such demons, leave them past? Was it your wife, Her love that kept you true, Some friend or God that held you fast? I’ve tasted lips of lovers sweet All fade, but not my siren’s song Friends endeavored to walk beside Till shadows reach, I look about Alas, and all by days end, gone He casts his humors, horrors, incessant shade She warms my laugh, soothes pain and fear Together they ride, My demons perched on either shoulder Pulling a sinister grin from ear to ear Life, stopped inside a dusty bottle My left hand holds it like a prayer The hapless maw of shadow waiting Each dawn to dusk, till nightfall’s edge Edacious poised to engulf me there Alone I take the damning course Scripture’s own pale horse I ride Cruel the dry winds biting force Till even they, my dearest friends Shall at long last must cast me aside Here thought fades alongside memory Blinding malice shards desert sand I swiftly ride into jaws of my own making Through batwing doors, wrought iron gate Where waits your empty shiner’s stand.
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Sep 18, 2022
Sep 18, 2022 at 4:12 PM UTC
The Shiner's Stand
I knew a kind old preacher once The least of likely places met He never fiery sermon preached But with me still A seed he left I find myself some years down the path Lost, naught with house nor home But not for loss of company My bitter and sweet compatriots Beside me, a trio, we three roam El Sombra is a handsome gent My closest friend, strays but never far Darker than me in every way A wicked humor, exquisite memory One purest soul as black as tar He rarely speaks but when he does Only whispers in my ear Things t’would make the old crone blush The noble gallant, shudder fear But to balance out my ***** and specter I hold the lady on my left Singing the ever youthful, maiden’s song Tales of love, of joy, of sorrows past That sweetest kiss of promise hides, Behind Decanter’s ornate breast How did you do it preacher, Conquer such demons, leave them past? Was it your wife, Her love that kept you true, Some friend or God that held you fast? I’ve tasted lips of lovers sweet All fade, but not my siren’s song Friends endeavored to walk beside Till shadows reach, I look about Alas, and all by days end, gone He casts his humors, horrors, incessant shade She warms my laugh, soothes pain and fear Together they ride, My demons perched on either shoulder Pulling a sinister grin from ear to ear Life, stopped inside a dusty bottle My left hand holds it like a prayer The hapless maw of shadow waiting Each dawn to dusk, till nightfall’s edge Edacious poised to engulf me there Alone I take the damning course Scripture’s own pale horse I ride Cruel the dry winds biting force Till even they, my dearest friends Shall at long last must cast me aside Here thought fades alongside memory Blinding malice shards desert sand I swiftly ride into jaws of my own making Through batwing doors, wrought iron gate Where waits your empty shiner’s stand.
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Sep 18, 2022
Sep 18, 2022 at 4:12 PM UTC
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