Tag: poetry
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Not Plato’s Allegory
What I saw was madness somewhere in the flame and I heard a voice speaking to itself in riddles sipping a poison masquerading as a cure…
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City Lights
City lights out to the freefall edge down to the blackwater and an eternity of silence wandering across the salted fields and planting seeds with high hopes for the harvest…
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Along the Shore
Through the crowd a familiar face smiles and though it beckons me to sit at its table share a drink and play a hand of cards or two…
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Come Wander
Come wander with the cursed and broken through this realm of woodland music where melodies wind along paths to a ritual center…
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Maybe We’ll Dream
Maybe we’ll dream of a world together, in sleep of unending solitude, of a day when the morning sun awakens us…
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Poison in My Throat
Poison is in my throat, wild and burning yet as a dying man wandering the desert I drink from the ever-flowing fountain, never wondering if this oasis is a mirage…
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May Queen
Follow the scent of ritual deeper into obscured places past the watching eyes of a sacred few with hands raised to a smiling sky…
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The Cities We Burn
The air over this land is thick with incense vapors rising from the ancient cities we burn papyrus curling blackened in the flame…
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You Spoke of Fate
Standing together on the barren plain of night I watched you strike a match and bring light to this wasteland…
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The Wind Speaks of Silent Things
Come through the archway into bloodstained halls and follow me to the edge of the chasm…
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Careless Gods
Walk with me into this wretched place to sift through refuse left behind by careless gods heaped upon the altars we built to them and strewn over the halls of their cathedrals…
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Night Over Cryptic Lands
It was out on the broken glass slopes of mountains that towered as kings over the wild-light desert where I watched the ruby sky turn to ink…
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Waiting at the Edge
In the hollow place a desert gathered and scores of the weary gazed across the sand to the far side secrets of the horizon…
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The Shape of Moonlight
I saw you as you once were a reflection in a blade raised against the night a being of moonlight in a distant world smiling to yourself at some mystery…
Mitchel David Ring 