February 11, 2018 · 8:43 pm
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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April 5, 2016 · 10:38 pm
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.
#B27321
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January 26, 2016 · 9:21 pm
Henri Meyer
To Make
It
a Platform
to Reach
the Sky
Here Is
a Prose
Idea
a Round
Table
of Professionals
Those
Who
Have Contacts
In Their
Craft
to Push
Us
Past
to Support
&
Mentor
Those
That Keep
the Fire
a Live
a Corner
Stone
to Make
Our Words
Thrive
Champions
So
we May
be Heard
Champions
So
we May
Rule
the Written
World
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September 26, 2014 · 4:43 pm
D. Schuhfried
a Keep
on Chaos’s
Door
To Ward
us From
the Coming
Norn
Foolish
Man
to Ply
His
Hand
Against
God
&
Fate
Still
we Struggle
On
To Hold
the Hordes
At Bay
For Mans
Will
Is Both
Strong
&
Great
So we
Muster
On
As Long
as Memory
Remains
#B27321
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June 11, 2014 · 8:52 pm
Gustave Dore
The Keep
at the
End
of the
Line
Ruin
over
Bridges
of Time
Stone
&
Mortar
Crumble
Flesh
Rotting
off
Bone
you
Ask
Whose
Home
Charon’s
to Ferry
your Soul
for a
Lump
of Gold
or Haunt
the Darken
Depths
Supping
on Those
who have
Fallen
to your
Watery
Grip
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