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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Henry Fuseli

Ravioli Knights

Infidelity
a Broken Ring,
a Vow
That Means
Nothing Now,
Lies
Like Spread Thighs;
Cottage Cheese For Seasoning.
True
That Should Have Been
Like Glue,
Not
Like Rot
Seven Seasons Dead.
In This Room
I Have Been Held
For the Murders of you
I Thought a Friend
& the Mob Who
Bought It
Trying For my Head.
Just me you See
With a Canned Good
Against you
& Three.
the Misery I With Stood
2 To the Chest
& One Beside the Eye.
Yes,
the 45 Caliber Kind.
to Drain & Die
On This Kitchen Floor
Was Not What I Was Made For.
If I Was to Die
It Was to Be In Battle Sweet
or Between the Legs
of a Lady Riding High.
Not Treachery
Both Foul & Deep.
Luring me With Sex & Song
to the Valley of Sleep;
Having Done
I Went For a Bottle of Beer
& Surprise Who Should I Meet
But 3 Long Shadows
Waiting There For me.
Flash,
Flash,
Flash,
Down I Was InDeed,
Blood Red Agony,
Not a Breath to Breathe,
Pain Bright Dizzying.
Laying There Wondering
If This Was the End For me,
the Vest Had Not Held
& Crimson Was Blossoming.
They Left to Check & See,
To Get the Stuff to Dismantle me.
In the Tub to Bleed
& Then the Cutting;
No, No,
Not For me
As I Slipped Ravioli In a Sock.
First,
I Came to Crush your Skull
my Lovely Little Girl.
Then the Man
Who Came to Gut me Like a Pig
& Then the 2
to Help Move.
It Was Such a Gristly Scene,
Had to Be Burning.
I Will Never Forget
That Night.
Standing Above
Those Broken Things
Screaming Triumphantly
As the Kerosene Burned Bright,
Ravioli Nights
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Jean-Léon Gérôme

How Much

Fukushima Was the Beginning Of the End,
the Radiation Seeping Into Our Oceans;
Causing Mutations & InSanity;
From Fish to Man.
Driving Them to Feast On the UnInfected;
a World Damned.
I Still Dream Of the Food Riots,
When we Could No Longer Eat From the Sea.
the Crashing & Burning of Cities;
Parents Eating Kids.
Cops Going Door to Door
Rounding People Up For the Cattle Camps,
the Old & Sick Shot
& Cooked In the Street.
How I Survived Still Mystifies,
aLone & Not One Friend;
All Ways Running,
Running For the Hills.
So Many Things Have I Done
& the Things I Know I Will Do
Just To Survive Another Setting Sun.
How Many Lives Must I Take
to Pay For Mine.
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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Where to
Begin
the Start
a Mark
Burned
Into
my Heart
Of the
Sights
I’ve Seen
& Endless
Screams
of Men
Yearning
to Be
Free
These are
the Things
That Haunt
my Memory
Naked
& Bleeding
Welcome
my Friend
To the
Kennels
of Men
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Edmund Blair Leighton

Edmund Blair Leighton

Blood

of Dreams

Etched
In Ink
Are
the Tears
I Shed
the Blood
of Dreams
Squeezed
From
my Hand
I Search
For
a Friend
a Circle
a Stand
Have I
Found
It
In This
Worthy
Band
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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

FriendShip

a Meaning
Less
Word
Till you
Show me
It’s Worth

Not

In Words

But

Weight

&

Measure,

To Hold

your Head

Up,

That

my Friend,

Is Treasure

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

the Kennels of Men

my Biggest
Fear
That I
Will Have
to Kill
Again
&

Again
the Seer
Said
There Were
Wolves
Parading
As Men
&

I
Was Him
you See
the Taste
was Acquired
In
the Kennels
the Pen
Where
They Taught
you
the Value
of Sin
&

Size
Did Not
Matter
On Wit
you Lived
&

the
Only
Win
Was Standing
Out Side
Bars
That
Did Not
Bend
That my
Friend
Is Fear
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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

🙂

Some
May Ask
Why
I Drop
By
&

Grin
a Smile
Is Like
your Tiny
Friend
Some
Would Say
the Highest
Praise
Since
No Words
Can Steal
the Light
of Day
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Henrietta Rae

Henrietta Rae

I Adore

your Shore,

Safe

Against

the Coming

Storm.

A Lovely

Strand,

a Helping

Hand,

you Know

you Can,

These

&

Many More

Is What

a Friend

Is For

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

my Pub, Bub

This Is What I Want To Hear, Bub.
After All It Is my Pub.
Some Danzig, Doro, & W.A.S.P.
Throw In Some Papa Roach & Motorhead.
Hell Some Maiden & Metallica To Keep It InSane
& Let Us Not Forget
Our Good Friend Mustaine.
Things To Make you Feel the Rub
& Pull Back a Bloody Nub.
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Jean-Léon Gérôme

Jean-Léon Gérôme

I Think

It

Just Began

When

you Went

to Hold

my Hand

the Plan

With Out

Knowing

the Hierarchy

Of

the Clan

Damn

From

With In

Not

With Out

the Proser

Staff

Have to

Make It

Count

Founded On

Gratitude

&

Chops

Willing to

Get In

the Ring

&

Tackle

Any Thing

That Is

the Song

I Sing

Mainly

to Entertain

me

&

Spark

an Interest

In my

Art

May be

Find a

Friend

Make

my Circle

Better

Than

When

I Start

That Is

What

Is In

my Hollow

Hollow

Heart

#B27321

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