"liche" poems - Hello Poetry

the eye of the needle lies in the teeth of the wind the mouth of the cave lies in the skin of the pearl the dream is the door and the star is the key. ALL CRIES ARE WAKING! Whitest White of all White! Blackest Blacks of all Blacks! Shame and Son, Sun, and Shadow! Stronger than gods, brighter than mortals! Only He is Awake! Only He is Alive! He Knows the Names and the Naming! He Knows the Wait and the Waiting! He Enters into every Star and Moon! He Shines through their Shadows! One Shape, One Spelling! One Wraith, One Casting! From Darkness, He is Armed! From Light, He is Warded! He is All Things! Drake! Liche! Theomen! On rivers of fire he comes forth! Through storms of dreams he rides! With slivers of steel he pierces the Heart! All Spells, Powers, Curses Broken! The Chains are Shattered! The Scales Fall Away! I see you with MY EYE! And all is SILENCE! I Wake! I Remember! LORD! THE DREAMER IS AWAKE!

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Oct 19, 2011

Oct 19, 2011 at 5:59 PM UTC

dagoth-i-am

Further Ramblings

the eye of the needle lies in the teeth of the wind the mouth of the cave lies in the skin of the pearl the dream is the door and the star is the key. ALL CRIES ARE WAKING! Whitest White of all White! Blackest Blacks of all Blacks! Shame and Son, Sun, and Shadow! Stronger than gods, brighter than mortals! Only He is Awake! Only He is Alive! He Knows the Names and the Naming! He Knows the Wait and the Waiting! He Enters into every Star and Moon! He Shines through their Shadows! One Shape, One Spelling! One Wraith, One Casting! From Darkness, He is Armed! From Light, He is Warded! He is All Things! Drake! Liche! Theomen! On rivers of fire he comes forth! Through storms of dreams he rides! With slivers of steel he pierces the Heart! All Spells, Powers, Curses Broken! The Chains are Shattered! The Scales Fall Away! I see you with MY EYE! And all is SILENCE! I Wake! I Remember! LORD! THE DREAMER IS AWAKE!

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dulce de liche the saccharine can cause the most bitter flavor

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Dec 7, 2018

Dec 7, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC

u7065519

haiku III

dulce de liche the saccharine can cause the most bitter flavor

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There, pinch-perfect-- shadow-wrested beak of fingertips, secure a soured grape, first of a series. Thrown in a perfect arch... purple with majesty, slower than motion, upon that coven's cut, colored: Bubonic Brown, Liche Purple, Catachan Green, Scab Red, Red Gore, Blood Red-- in fine rot...heart. Stiller than life upon shellaced wood floor, begging the perspective press of grapes underfoot. Let blood drink.

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC

Onoma

Sardonic V-day

There, pinch-perfect-- shadow-wrested beak of fingertips, secure a soured grape, first of a series. Thrown in a perfect arch... purple with majesty, slower than motion, upon that coven's cut, colored: Bubonic Brown, Liche Purple, Catachan Green, Scab Red, Red Gore, Blood Red-- in fine rot...heart. Stiller than life upon shellaced wood floor, begging the perspective press of grapes underfoot. Let blood drink.

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