Rush
rush
rush
love, through wild and wire
to race out the concept child
that we've barely kept awake this time.
So thus grows the moon
and thus falls the fire
to take a place from within my veins
where I once kept my life,
which leaves me here, looming
over the edge of a castle I built
on the edge of a swamp
where demons once lived
but no longer
rush
rush
Rush
Author notes
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A contest entry
- adrenaline by metanoia.
900 points, ended December 8, 2008, 9 entries
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