Tag: death
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Voiceless, Screaming
The gatekeeper was replaced when the final page turned. Bloodless shadow now seeping through to eat away at light that was already dying…
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Visions of the Sea
And to the ship with sails unfurled on red horizons said the wind, ‘Come follow me’…
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Renaissance
Breathe in and taste what’s always there wrapped around us like a second atmosphere woven into thought and breath and choking sob…
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Worship
Fall to your knees under skies of blood and worship the rains coming to sweep you away. As you drown in mud at the bottom of a grave, worship the plague doctor who throws dirt on your coffin…
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The Road to al-Qarafa
Lights in the trees guide me on that seem always to move away when I look at them Incandescence on the road to al-Qarafa…
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A City, Voiceless
Out of a forest painted by the hand of autumn I came on my journey, around a bend in the road that showed me a city in the distance. I didn’t know the place—the last time I passed this way the city hadn’t been there…
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At the Edge of Waking
Those images that come at the edge of waking weave lies I believe with all my heart only for a moment before the supports break pillars crumble and the fortress falls into the sea…
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A Message Between Lovers
How full of fear are the streets tonight How heavy the air with the smell of it And still over it all flies a message between lovers Come and meet me at the death of day…
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Eyes Wide
Laughing faces on the edge of darkness Twisting in the blue-gold light, the digital glow Eyes are windows into shadow, or mirrors And these cliffs that tumble out of the forest To drown themselves in the raging sea From heights lost to a woolen sky…
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Mutant
Treetops reach up out of scattered poisons on the forest floor Refuse and rejects left behind from a picnic in foreign sunlight Lying unclaimed on earth that cannot bear its weight
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Endings
Hands scarred and hardened with useStrike wood and metal to create steel magicCoaxing demon cries from the choking neckBending wails echo off marble ceilingsScreaming upward ever higher To pierce the veil and reign in new dayHeralded by thunder. A thousand kings march to slow deathPassing into shadow without care or thoughtSwept into the wash of…
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Two Point Creek
Quiet footsteps and hushed voices passed down our street, knocking gently on doors, afraid to break the sleepy peace within. Behind them followed a wake of dread that settled like cement into the heart of anyone who heard the news. “Been there a few days…” “Just barely started to rust…” “Looks…
Mitchel David Ring 