replay January 17, 2009
Posted by myth in Creation, Poetry, Uncategorized.Tags: fiction, Poetry
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I used to have the knack not ryhming once, just to remind this post hence
And came the thunder
A cry of a beastOf
time long forgotten
Put to the altar of the priests
The heavens are burning
A bonfire For the Gods
In Curses, sins and fools
The mighty gust ,
windWaltzes ,
the ashesRaising,
the eyesChokingCrying in breath
And death
A pile ,dust.
Heap the metal,
the debris of the lost
soul,spirit, truth
Burning high
The grim reaper walks
The dark black coat bright in bonfire
The heavens sent him?
He sways and strays ,
Fills the lungs,
The eyes,the hands
Thousand war drums
My heart beating
Clenched in a fist
The word of the God
In the other
the soul of me
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