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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

The Pilgrim’s Progress

Adversary of Man

you Ask
What
the Devil
Means
to me
Why
He Is
me
& I
be He
Since
I First
Felt
Want
or Desire
All Those
Things
That Make
me Less
Than
I Could
be
the Adversary
of Man
I am
the Second
Side
of my
Hand
the Loss
of Hope

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https://theprose.com/post/153057/adversary-of-man

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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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https://theprose.com/post/143098/new-knew

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Gustave Dore

Fuck, Fuck; Fucked

To be
Fucked
Is What
It Means
to Cross me.
the Bitter
Sting
Of
the Raping
by Pen
& Prose.
As
I Ram
my Cock
Down
the Throat
Of you
Dirty Hoes
& the
InSanity
In me
Giggles
As you
Try
to Scream
No.
In & Out,
In & Out,
While
I Fuck
your Mouth;
Gurgle
& Moan.
the Rape
Of
your Brain
With Rhymes
That Won’t
Slow,
Till
a Quivering
Wreck
Is All
That’s Left.
a Twisted
Bit
of Crumpled
Paper;
Wasted.
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https://theprose.com/post/140584/fuck-fuck-fucked

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Waterhouse

Waterhouse

Stranger

Stranger,
What Is Stranger
Than Looking
In to the Eyes
of a Man
you Will Never Meet.
a Wooden Effigy
of a Man
Meant to Save me.
Save me,
From What
a World Gone Mad
From Lust & Spite.
From Religions
Screaming Kill, Kill, Kill,
In the Dead of Night.
From Politicians
Who Want
to Control my Every Right.
Stranger,
What Is Stranger
Than the T.V. Blasting Media
to Make me Number & Dumber
Than Ever Before.
Till I am So Scared
of a Quite Mind
That Constant
Stimulation
& Instant Gratification
Has Drove me Nuts.
Stranger,
Staring In to the Eyes
of a Freak,
a Man Who Thinks
He Can Be Free.
That Shackles & Prison
Don’t Mean a Thing.
That Broken Wings Can Fly.
Stranger, That Man Is me,
the Mirror Reflecting
Till Cracks
Are All I See.
Stranger, Stranger, Stranger,
the Stranger Is me.
Cut Off From the World,
Till my Soul Screams
For Human Touch,
But Strangers, Strangers,
Are All I See.
Strangers to the Pain & Tough,
Strangers When we Know
we Die a Lone.
What Is Stranger
Than Forcing my Mind & Thoughts
In to 200 Word Counts,
to Appease
my Greed & your Need.
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https://theprose.com/post/130086/stranger

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#B27321

Prose II

It Is
Implied
That you
Read
What
I Write
That you
Don’t Hide
Behind
Multiple Accounts
&
your Contests
Are Legit
Not
the Old
Bait
& Switch
How Does
That Hit
If
I am
Wrong
Take It
On
the Chin
Not
your Minions
Send
Censor me
&
I Win
Wear It
Proud
Cause
you Ken
I Write
What
I Feel
Sorry
If It
Makes
you Squeal
That’s
How I
Deal
Aces
& Eights
#B27321

P.S.
Don’t Give me
None of That
Doctor Ruth
Bull Shit

https://theprose.com/post/55753/prose-ii

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

you II

Desire,

Will,

Fire;

I Have

Said It

Before.
It Is

What

Drives me

To your

Door.
Wanting More

&

More

you

Pox Riddled

Whore.

#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/54829/you-ii

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Pierre Juilien Gilbert

Pierre Juilien Gilbert

Burn

Burn
Was the
Echo
In my
Head
Burn
Was
What
the Board
Had
Said
Burn
was What
the Candles
Did
As
the Room
Was Set
a Light
Burn
Is What
She Said
As She
Melted
In
the Night
Burn
Is What
the House
Did
All
In Flames
Burn
Is How
the Memory
Remains 

Burn

Was

the Baby

In

It’s Bed,

Burn

I Would

Rather,

Than Not

Be Dead

Burn

Is

the Planchette

In

my Hand,

Burn

I Know

I Must

Be Damned

#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/51900/burn

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Paul Merwart

Paul Merwart

Ode

An Ode
to Prose
If
I May
Be So
Bold
What
To Say
To Make
my Words
Weigh
Since
Word Count
&
Bubble Gum
Is Not
my Art
I Prefer
Things
Aimed At
the Heart
What you
Could Do
Is Run
Down
my Spool
Some Moments
It Would
Cost
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/50452/ode

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Waterhouse

Waterhouse

Pain, Rain

What
Is Pain
But
a Rain
That Washes
Over you
Letting you
Know
Things
Are Not
As you
Wish Them
to Be
#B27321

Torrent

or Trickle,

It’s Not

Fickle

(Pain)

https://theprose.com/post/50345/pain-rain

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Joshua Reynolds

Joshua Reynolds

Secret

I Think
What
Do you
Look Like
my Beauty
my Beast
Why
Do you
Hide
From
the Eyes
Of me
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/48524/secret

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