There are beasts in the marrow
Awaiting, black banners
Their signal
To ravage and burn

Until life perseveres
In its day breaking toll
As the ever-gilded guard
So watchful and immense

There are beasts in the marrow
Yearning
For the spoils of dawn

Engulfed in their plots
Preserved
In the catacombs of night

© William Wright, Jr.

Excerpt from the book Rhythms of the Eternal Uprising

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About the Author

William Wright, Jr. is a student from San Diego, California who wields a great passion for language and poetry. He was sixteen years old when he first fell in love with the art form and ever since, he has not deferred from its path. Writing has helped him when he was uncertain of his role in life. The craft brought him comfort when his fears were so immense and they…