January 29, 2016 · 8:00 pm
Gustave Dore
& She
Like a Mother
Introduced me To Heather
a Runner
of Back Alleys & Clip Joints
All Dark Eyes
& Gin Soaked Thighs
I Let Her Lead me Down That Hall
& Many More
In Love With the Waste
That Became my Life
The Knife
& Impossible Heists
Were the Dreams I Would Cling To
As the Sodden Sheets
Muffled Our Screams
Mad Dogs
Who Bite
Burning Way
To Bright
Mesmerized
By
the Light
Would we
Find
Death
To Night
#B27321
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March 31, 2015 · 3:52 pm
Thomas Cole
Stone & Steel
on To
the Temple
of Hephaestus;
What Glory a Waits me,
Forlorn Son
of Past Noble Deeds.
OnWard
to the Treasures
Only I Could Steal,
Past Gorges & Ravines.
Through Withering Heights
I Followed This Dream,
Minerva’s Steed.
No Earthly Things Did I See,
Only Cold, HardShip & Depravity;
Till I Reached That Crystal
Cavern of Old.
The Lame God
was Depicted In Many Scenes,
the Love of Fire & Forge
& That
Which I did Seek;
His Crowning Achievement
the Star Sword;
Aphrodite’s Bane;
Aries’ Whore.
What I Wonder
Will Bar my Door
From This & More.
In Answer Blood was Spilt;
Mine.
For That Steel Clad Creature
Had None I Could Find.
Brazen Brass Bull,
my Blade
a Tiny Broken Thing.
Sharp Fingers Rend Flesh,
Curses Give Way to Screams
At the Test
of Metal Against Muscle.
Plunging the Pommel
Through One
of Its Fiery
Red Orbs;
Kicking Out with Both Feet.
Thrusting It & Much of me;
For the Talons Still Did Cling
to Pieces of me,
From the Shelf
Where we Did Battle.
In To the Fire
That Did Ring us In
Before a Bridge.
Where I Once Again
Took Up my Plight,
For I Saw No Way
It Could Survive
Or Climb the Black Night
That Had Swallowed
the Guardian
of the Crypt.
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Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line.
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October 2, 2014 · 11:02 pm
Christopher Paudiss
This Wooden
Dell
a Bloody
Screaming
Hell
the Mangled
Bodies
Give
Proof
Of the
Gypsy
Curse
That Has
Laid my
Company
Bare
the Pieces
Still
Cling
Crimson
Still
Streams
&
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