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Poetry News Post #942

Standing in Room 22827 in Demon's Pass

Written by: Dukkha
Date: Monday, March 25th, 2013
Addressed to: Everyone


In the distance, I see the black-winged crow,
Atop a bunch of black wildflowers,
Frozen like a totem in the gaze of Moradeim.
Under a flower capped hill,
Two fireflies circle each other
Into the oblivion of time.
In my hands,
Between a ring of blue coral and twelve dark vials,
A corpse of last month's baby rat
Decay into silvery dust.
I breathe heavily, as the night deepens and rages on.
A shadow demon drifts in, looking for friend.
I have failed my love.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Tenebrae, in the year 14 AM.


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