The Illirikim.
missing this rain
Pourring inside a house.
I do not trust the spirit.
It escapes like steam
Through gates
In dreams
Faces and darkness
Vacuous black.
Fourty one nights
sizzled ‘til
Ill-feathered wyvern
snapped like a lizard's eyelid
And snapped and snapped.
Asunder.
hailed
like amnesia.
bald slot eyes stiffened wide-open
dangling on the puppet-horizon.
hidden, cried, unheard, rashed.
scrawled ghostly behind frail tilted barriers.
you began one world
So I another.
But you don’t exist.
I hold absolute power.
What did you think
Comments
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spooky
very intense loved it all the same
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awsome
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