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Thomas Cole

Thomas Cole

CONCRETE HEART

Ripples In a Ocean
Trying To Be Heard
Have Soured my Soul

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I

Make

an

Lend me

Some

Cast

a

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Thomas Cole

Thomas Cole

A Hundred Words

A Hundred Words

It Must Be

you Said To me.
What to Pull From my Head

to Fill This Thread.
Since Word Count

Is Pressed Upon Thee,
Thy Enemy.
Let’s See

What Will Flee

From This Starving Mind.
Story Time
& I Can Not Find

a Thing to Fill This Blank Page.
I Try to Rhyme

Making It Harder Still.
Hoping the Flow

Will Help me To the Goal,
Still my Skill Falters
& a Hundred Words

Looms Like a Prison Gate.
I Roll my Shoulders,

Crack my Neck & Smile.
Glad to See

I Still Got What It Takes.
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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Thomas Cole

Thomas Cole

Apathy
Through
the Ages
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Thomas Cole

Thomas Cole

So It
Seems
I Must
Entertain
Songs
String
From
a Silver
Spool
As I
Try to
Weave
Words
To Captivate
my Foe
May be
Lighten
your Purse
As you
While
a Way
a While
In
a Dream
Of your
Choice
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Thomas Cole

Thomas Cole

Down this
Path
I Wander
Seeking
my Wyrd
the Wolf
that Is
Man
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Thomas Cole

Thomas Cole

Stone & Steel

on To

the Temple

of Hephaestus;

What Glory a Waits me,

Forlorn Son

of Past Noble Deeds.

OnWard

to the Treasures

Only I Could Steal,

Past Gorges & Ravines.

Through Withering Heights

I Followed This Dream,

Minerva’s Steed.

No Earthly Things Did I See,

Only Cold, HardShip & Depravity;

Till I Reached That Crystal

Cavern of Old.

The Lame God

was Depicted In Many Scenes,

the Love of Fire & Forge

& That

Which I did Seek;

His Crowning Achievement

the Star Sword;

Aphrodite’s Bane;

Aries’ Whore.

What I Wonder

Will Bar my Door

From This & More.

In Answer Blood was Spilt;

Mine.

For That Steel Clad Creature

Had None I Could Find.

Brazen Brass Bull,

my Blade

a Tiny Broken Thing.

Sharp Fingers Rend Flesh,

Curses Give Way to Screams

At the Test

of Metal Against Muscle.

Plunging the Pommel

Through One

of Its Fiery

Red Orbs;

Kicking Out with Both Feet.

Thrusting It & Much of me;

For the Talons Still Did Cling

to Pieces of me,

From the Shelf

Where we Did Battle.

In To the Fire

That Did Ring us In

Before a Bridge.

Where I Once Again

Took Up my Plight,

For I Saw No Way

It Could Survive

Or Climb the Black Night

That Had Swallowed

the Guardian

of the Crypt.

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

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