Sweet sickle scythes
Shining blades of grass
Thick thoughts tremble
Throwing chaff aloft
Without words wonder
Why blood runs amuck
Frighten fairy flightpaths
Following sunken lust
Errant earrings echo
Eternally empty halls
Of ogrish omniscients
Obliquely appeasing gods.
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Written December 12th, 2005
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Good words! Not revealing and quite mysterious; just the way I think it should be.
