Artwork Credit ~ "Fractal Sky - artist unknown
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On the White Winds of Winter
I flee & -
marooned
in the maelstrom of solitude -
wandering
in slumber’s sultry envisage -
in nocturnal evocation’s
phantasmal phases -
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and there he sits behind that desk
his banal life, a bleak burlesque -
I remember distinctly….
we met in that moment -
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Ablaze,
cinnamon flames -
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Biting black barrenness awaiting stars.
An unblemished canvas foretells creation, -
I held your body tight,
cradled in my arms, -
Tis spectre hound, of sinister iniquity, the night doth beget
Fierce, fiery, foreboding eyes seek sullied souls of the dead -
Would you think me out of my mind
to leave reality behind50 lines, 48 comments, on Jul 17 3:24 PM 2005. In Fantasy
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How like the black of raven’s wing her heart
An insensate statue, in poised tumult, -
Enter here, my precious one
So glad you finally came -
The shadow of
night draws near -
I walked aimlessly through
the darkened halls of my mind -
On a warm July morning
under a clear blue cloudless sky -
I have dwelled here
in this wearisome prison
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