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Is this a dream? Just a fleeting stroll Along a misty shore? Just a fevered slumber In the eye of a storm? Then I won’t part ways With this comforting haze Delirious and numb To the daily swarm
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His pulse is always faithful and sure An unwavering drum Raging, in the eye Of a flesh-mincing battle Fear only launches him forward His tempo quickens Beneath the downpour of flaming arrows His fears are alive Commanding him: “forward” As he carves through the swarms Of his raving foes In spite of his wounds Slowly…
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All falls silent inside After a senseless struggle, Uphill into a storm I’m dragged full circle into daylight Again and again As a hunger, Burns its way out
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A stranger Waits for me in the north; Unraveled To her truest form We speak unsweetened, In winding ribbons of ink Stretched over The ranges of our past We speak unafraid Exchanged as we are, Minced and raw, But doomed to be freed From this sultry spell
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An interlude softly chimes In the back of my mind Its melody Nudging me Along Through the day An interlude In the heart of a lifelong war; Such fragile hours I am meant to safeguard This melody Is a tireless cyclone It spirals throughout me, Coloring Today’s blank slate
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Save him From the evils he’s spawned From the claws of the beast Soon to scratch at his door Save the long-lost hero Who fights in his shadow; Betrayed and diminished, Left to fester and rot Sever the rope Tied and taut Wound around his burning throat By his own scheming hands Let him fall…
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I will do what I can With the few rusted nails I have; Boarding up an old life Until the draft dissipates I will do what I can, Undaunted and mad Forever chased by the past I will do what I must Amid the jeers of the wind, Enduring its shrapnel; Flying for me, Deranged…
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Once mighty and boastful words Have been cooked rail-thin; Left searing and babbling Under a tyrannous sun They ramble to a wisp, Withering slowly Into grayed out theories I’ll soon bury in black
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I know nothing of Nightingales; Their sweetened songs That swell to their might In the gathering dark I know nothing of revolt, Of its triumphant banners; How they’re charred and maimed When a nation is born I know nothing at all; Sailing through a pitch black void Without a voice Without a name Without a…
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A pack of rabid dogs Had their fun With my frayed remains When the night was young I’ve awakened, In a crimson haze; My terrified eyes spellbound By the glaring horizon Now the cries of the pack Fill the blood red skies; Wildly snarling And baying, For more
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