the poet's rage, turns the page
to the gods pay the debt
chaos reigns, order's pains
in forests of regret
a battle rhyme, time to time
futures gone to this lyric
the sklad's fire, makes the lyre,a liar
the cries their own music
listen child, manner mild
from the shadow of cape and cowl
it shall suffice, this sacrifice
this wounded banshee's howl
it was a dream, this poet's scream
the sorrowful rapture in tune
face defeat, hacked down like wheat
my blood will scar the moon
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
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