Dark Poetry #5 |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Through hail storm of emotions, And the madness of change, Within the hour of despair- And the freedom to share, Turning within to find the force that governs, Strives to achieve what the rest of humanity resists, Cackles are heard in the background, Fingers pointed as if arrows of war, Sense of loss overcomes this desolate patch of soul, Nevertheless the guardian does not rest from the duty, Conquering the unimaginable, every moment forever changed, Singularity of the oath is remembered, without the need to be spared. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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