|Nocturne (standard:poetry, 143 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Sep 04 2006||Views/Reads: 1670/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
turds bloom like lilies on the stagnant pond of night . others have seen angels in its onyx face i have not . there are no memories here only moments to stare down and contemplate . thoughts will not ripple the water nor it reveal my fate only baffling reflections blurred by wind and holocaust of leaves . cool drift of wonder hid the end of dreams . cruel-branched fingers tap out coded myths in the labyrinth of desire in the sacred grove where slouch-hatted nymphs meet and conspire to overthrow and come forth from the mire to choke my words with wantoness . for i am critic of the worm i am the heretic who must burn one of the nameless enslaved in the kingdom of lies . and so back then cloaked in moonbeams i must go . what gentle fire Tweet
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