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Midnight in the realm of good and evil when thus
clock begins to chime; of ragged stars and restless
thoughts merging betweenย clandestine clouds. Lo!
our mind wanders to unknown places; along with
the air in our lungs and blood in our veins. Desire,
whim, impulse, temptation beckon towards their
pier again.

Thus night howled and screamed again; creatures
both light and dark struggle to resist the inevitable
change. Theย crescent above whispered tales of gore;
through bitter storms in the height of battle. Thus
Elysium fieldsย shriveled to dust. “Lo! we’re double-
edged blades for every time we sharpen our faith,
the return stroke straps back vice again.”

Frozen eternal and cursed with blight;
The soul however is fringed with light.

 

 

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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads