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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Rejection; Depression

Rejection
a Word
I Know
All too Well,
a Word
That Has Burned a Hole;
Marked my Soul.
Driven me To be a Lone.
Never to Know Home,
to Own Nothing,
But Scars I Can Not Hide;
That Multiply
With Each Passing Day.
They Weigh One After Another;
Suffer.
That Is the Bread I Break,
the Ache
of Never a Praise
or a Raise
to Lift me a Moment
From my Torment.
my Eyes Search
For Why
This Has to Be my Fate
& May Be
I Cry
Just a Little
When I Remember
It Is Too Late,
To Begin a New;
to Bloom.
So I Huddle In my Covers
& Dream Dreams of Death.
For I Have Not the Courage Yet,
to Die;
Sublime
& In my Mind
I Find
Depression At Its Best,
a Laughing Joke,
Another Poke;
That I am Neither a Live or Dead
Just Shambling Through
One More Room
In This Tomb
I Call Life
& I Wonder To my Self
Could This Be a Test;
Then I Smile;
Liar.
Don’t Bother Trying
It Will End
Just Like the Rest.
So Don’t Sit & Fret.
It Can’t Be Met,
Perhaps It’s Time
to Rile Up
the Demons In your Breast;
To Summon Up
All the Angst & Hate
& Serve Them Up a Bitter Plate
Rife With Gun & Knife.
So They May Share
the Loss That Is my Life.
These Are the Things
That Swirl Through my Brain,
That Drive me InSane;
Red,
Raw,
Murder.
Shall I Take your Hand
ForSake This Land
or Am I too Weak,
Another Loss I Think.
Another Rejection
to Add to my List of Depression,
a Debilitating Disease
That Will Have you On your Knees.
Not Good For a Thing
That Is How It Has me
With Out
Hope
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Howard Pyle

New; Knew

I Don’t Know If Its New,
But I Do Know It Was New To me;
Nor Had I Ever Heard
Such a Thing Described To me.
For I Don’t Believe
They Are From This World or Any Other.
Demons Ripped From Another Dimension;
Nightmares Rendered Real.
Crazy I Know.
That Is Why I am Writing This,
Because Only On Paper
Can I UnLeash
This Torrent of Conflicting Emotion.
To Try To Make Some Sense of It,
To UnBurden my Mind,
Because Sex & Drink
Just Doesn’t Make It.
the First Time
I Was Drifting Through Some Southern Towns
& I Came Upon It,
In a Glass Case;
a Human Brain
With Filaments
Like Spiders’
Legs
& It Spoke To me,
In my Brain of Its Need to ImPregnate me.
I Escaped & Returned to Kill It
& Its Keeper.
Once Again
When I Was Working
As a Carny In a Run Down Town,
I Dealt Death to Another
In the Visage of An InSane Clown.
Nothing In the News Papers,
No Bounty On my Head;
I Know I Killed Them;
I Know Their Dead.
I Don’t Want to Go Back;
I Don’t Know If I Should.
Scared,
Edgy,
Shot Gun By the Bed;
Crazy,
MayBe;
I Can’t Get Them Out Of my Head.
I Can’t Stay I Have To Go.
Wait;
What Was That,
a Knock On the Door.
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Georg Pencz

Georg Pencz

a Life

UnLived

UnLoved

the Death
of Possibility

Disposable Society
Consumes you

Never
Was
my Name

the Greed
of Man

the Sands
of Time

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Hans Hartig

Hans Hartig

Caustic

the Air
you Breathe
Will be
your Death
you See
the Taint
&

Toxic
Caustic
#B27321

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Arthur Rackham

Arthur Rackham

Blade Dancer

Blade Dancing
a Form
of Dueling
With Bladed
Gauntlets
First Blood
Or

Death
you Heard
It Said
To Right
Wrongs
Or

Prove
you’re
the Best
a Circle
In
the Sand
No Arms
Or

Armor
Just Blades
For Hands
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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Knew

Dream
a Wake
Fugue State
Drugs
Death
Demons
They All
Had
Their Place
the Passing
Of
the Gate
I Knew
Before you
the Ghost
Had Gave
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Eugène Delacroix

Eugène Delacroix

Dark Star

a Journey
In to
Hell
the Mind
a Walk
Down
the Darkest
Paths
of Strife
Drugs
Death
&

Demons
No Realer
Can you
Find
Sold
your Soul
To
the Man
Below
For
a Pot
of Gold
Money
Health
&

Life
Dark Star
#B27321

a Cartoon
For
the Devil
In you
Dark Star

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The Jester & the Death.

The Jester & the Death.

Is the

!!!

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Gustave Dore

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
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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

A Cacophony
of Shadows,
&

All
I Feel
Is Fear.
As I
Look
In to
Those Eyes,
Those Eyes
of
a Seer.
Cards UnFold,
Marking me
For Death;
Both
Dark
&

Bold,
That Grimm
Jester
Holds me
In His
Hand.
What Ever
you Do
Don’t
Go Home.
It’s
the Grave.
That Evil
Place;
Leave
your Dead
UnMourned;
Showing me
the Door,
Refusing Pay;
She Says
Never More.
#B27321

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