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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Silent Reign

Silence

How

It

Reigns

a Rain

of Pain

to Cut

Furrows

In

the Hardest

Heart

the Stain

Of

the Grave

Holding Us

a Part

Putrid Flesh

That

Will Never

Heat

With Love

Again

Coffin Wood

Is Now

your Bed

my Dear

&

my Words

I Fear

you

Will Never

Hear

Just

the EndLess

Wait

to Join

your Side

the Reply

To you

& I

Never Separate

#B27321

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https://api.theprose.com/post/180177/silent-reign

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Hans Leu the Elder

Pay Back

I First Heard of Him

When He Came Before the Ethics Committee.

During the Trial of Edwin Mercer

Head of the Obama Corp,

For Crimes Against Humanity.

For the Genetic Testing & Research

He Had Conducted On Inmates

of Both Mental Health Facilities & Prisons

or Any One Else He Pleased

Like the Murder & Detainment

of Any One Who Got In His Way;

Families, Lawyers, Judges

He Killed Them All.

I Will Never Forget

How That Nondescript Man

Walked Down That Aisle

& Demanded

In a Booming Voice

I Claim the Oldest Law of Them All,

I Claim the Right of An Eye For An Eye,

Just As This Man Murdered So Many

He Shall Die

Not Coddled In a Cage

but Right Now

Like the Dog He Is.

I am

Pay Back

& Then

the Screaming Began

As the Bones Were Broken

From His Toes On Up

Till Just a Gurgling,

Mewing, Mess Was Left

& Then Just a Stain.

I Would Learn Later

He Was a Master of Disguise

As Well As

His Own Bodies Matter,

He Could Absorb Any Force Directed At Him

Then UnLeash It How & When He Chose.

Abilities Given to Him by the Very Corporation

of the Man He Had Just Killed.

He Was Test Subject

#B27321

 & Now He Was a God

Now you Couldn’t Crack His Skin

or Poison His Wine

Now you Can’t Kill Him

He Just Won’t Die

https://api.theprose.com/post/179234/pay-back

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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
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/154950/ravioli-knights

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Waterhouse

15

15 Words
to Hold
you
In Thrall
Look
All Most
Gone
Now
All
For Non

#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/151636/15

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Evariste Vital Luminais

Evariste Vital Luminais

Captain Bull Shit

I am
a Super
Hero
I Cry
Bull Shit
When Ever
I See
It
If I
Have
Abused
my Powers
Only you
Can
Tell me
How
to Stand
In
a World
of Plastic
Clowns
Is Why
I Was
Endowed


Bull Shit
Is
the Cry
As I
Dot
you
In
the Eye
Bull Shit
Is
the Theme
As I
Beat you
To
your Knees
Bull Shit
Is
the Sound
As I
Put you
In
the Ground
#B27321

Now Remember
Kids
Only you
Can Prevent
Bull Shit

https://theprose.com/post/49076/captain-bull-shit

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Monte

the Count
of Monte
Cristo
Perhaps
the Greatest
Story
Ever Told
of Revenge
&

Love
of Miseries
UnTold
Under
the Lash
you Become
the Beast
That Was
Man
&

Can
Only Climb
Up
the Power
Money
Mad
It
Gave Him
All
He Had
the Bitterness
Of
the Past
Washed
a Way
Like Sand
&

Only
Now
the Moment
Was Left
to
Stand
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/48610/monte

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Erik Werenskiold

Erik Werenskiold

Broken Heart

What
Do you
Love
the Most
Now Take
a Hammer
&

Torch
you Feel
That Lump
Deep Down
In your
Throat
That Says
No
I Don’t
Wanna
I’ll Choke
you Know
That
If It
Happens
To Break
It Will
Never
Go Back
the Same
&
the Pain
Will
All Ways
Remain
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/46727/broken-heart

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Rat Bastards
The Rise Of a Legend
The True Life Story of #B27321
Detailing His Heroic Battles
With Such Publishing Giants As:
Weird Tales Magazine
Mark Coker
&

SmashWords
Amy King
&

GoodReads
Shamaya
of OTEP
&

Lastly
Prose.
Poetry
Heavy Metal Magazine
Calls Epic
Now Battles
the Silver Screen.

https://theprose.com/post/41606/rat-bastards-the-rise-of-a-legend

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Amman

Amman

Manners Cost

you Say,

So Let Us Begin.
A Tale That Is Both

Humorous

&

Dark;
Cock Weasel,
Prose,
&

Word Count.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,

Prose,

Word Count.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,

How you Are

a Cock Weasel.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,

Should Have

Known It

From The Start.
Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel, Cock Weasel,

Now Is

That

Not Art.
Did I Mention
Cock Weasel,
Or

Prose,
How About

Word Count.
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/41049/untitled

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Until Now
I’d Lost
All Hope
Till my
Fingers
Found
your Throat
the Pain
&

Shame
That Has
Made me
This Man
This Man
Who Can
Take
Any Thing
Any Thing
you Throw
From Sewer
to Citadel
has Been
my Fame
As my
Hand
Tightens
I Claim
&

End
your Reign
Poverty
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/36652/untitled

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