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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Fire Side Rhyme

Chest to Chest
Is the Contest
As I Bend your Neck Back
Further Than It Can Stretch
my Fingers Clench
Leaving Crimson Welts
Spittle Flecks
As your Blackened Tongue
Signifies a Job Well Done
& the Fear In your Eyes
As the Light In you Dies
Will Keep me Warm All Winter Long
As I Replay your Death
Again & Again
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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Arthur Pyle

Howard Pyle

More

Wracked

by a Million

Battles;
my Flesh

an Old Sole.
Still I Go,

Searching,

Searching,
For a Mystery

to UnFold.

It Has Lead me

To your Door;
What Pray Tell

Will This Story Hold.
Another Contest of Wills,
So you May Test

the Iron of my Spine.
Ever

It Has Driven me Forth,

Searching,
Searching

For More.

Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line

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