Hush now, the pest has gone,
And whilst the fibbings may commence beginning of the end
Forth shall come the sword of the battle.
“Aye,” they utter, wheeling the corpse away.
Heard or not gritted teeth bare the words… and shall be spoken with fault.
Still…
Arrange your own splinters of moon…
Be musing that latter days hath latter nights,
As you cease into slumber,
Hush now…
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Read as you please. Interpret how you will. Learn if you may…
Written April 19th, 2005
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very nice. i can feel the sense of the poem. it feels like it's being whispered.
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