By the lying mast,
under a half sun,
a dark string is cast,
set out, to be undone.
A sinister breath,
weaving down my thighs.
Known to me as death,
watching life as it dies.
Hiding in the rain,
he has no tears.
In which I remain,
laughing in my fears.
Building a dark stance,
beneath a curtain,
awaiting a chance,
until he is certain.
Always without fail,
awaiting below,
never leaving a trail,
never letting me go.
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20.77 / 25
I like what you did with this idea, well done my dear poet Friend! -
killer
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sweet right....add more. mabey a fight with the shadow. but the whole idea is fuckin cool. i like it alot
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