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

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Howard Pyle

Rejection; Depression

Rejection
a Word
I Know
All too Well,
a Word
That Has Burned a Hole;
Marked my Soul.
Driven me To be a Lone.
Never to Know Home,
to Own Nothing,
But Scars I Can Not Hide;
That Multiply
With Each Passing Day.
They Weigh One After Another;
Suffer.
That Is the Bread I Break,
the Ache
of Never a Praise
or a Raise
to Lift me a Moment
From my Torment.
my Eyes Search
For Why
This Has to Be my Fate
& May Be
I Cry
Just a Little
When I Remember
It Is Too Late,
To Begin a New;
to Bloom.
So I Huddle In my Covers
& Dream Dreams of Death.
For I Have Not the Courage Yet,
to Die;
Sublime
& In my Mind
I Find
Depression At Its Best,
a Laughing Joke,
Another Poke;
That I am Neither a Live or Dead
Just Shambling Through
One More Room
In This Tomb
I Call Life
& I Wonder To my Self
Could This Be a Test;
Then I Smile;
Liar.
Don’t Bother Trying
It Will End
Just Like the Rest.
So Don’t Sit & Fret.
It Can’t Be Met,
Perhaps It’s Time
to Rile Up
the Demons In your Breast;
To Summon Up
All the Angst & Hate
& Serve Them Up a Bitter Plate
Rife With Gun & Knife.
So They May Share
the Loss That Is my Life.
These Are the Things
That Swirl Through my Brain,
That Drive me InSane;
Red,
Raw,
Murder.
Shall I Take your Hand
ForSake This Land
or Am I too Weak,
Another Loss I Think.
Another Rejection
to Add to my List of Depression,
a Debilitating Disease
That Will Have you On your Knees.
Not Good For a Thing
That Is How It Has me
With Out
Hope
#B27321 

https://theprose.com/post/146018/rejection-depression

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Antonio da Correggio

Die For me

Do Machines Dream,
I Only Know
my Sex Machine
Died For me.
I Know
Who Writes
About Such a Sick Thing;
a Sex Machine,
a Vat Grown Organic:
She.
I Did Not Invent
The Technology,
But I Did
Pervert It
to My Own Need.
Why you Ask;
Simple,
Loyalty.
They Would Die
or Suicide
Before They Gave Up
On me.
I Kept 5
I Wanted 10.
Only One;
Gemini
Was Better
Than the Rest,
One I Intended To
Put To the Test.
To Afford This Lavish Life Style,
to Afford my Pets;
I Did Things,
Things
Some People
Would Regret.
Mainly
I Killed;
Poison, Gun, or Knife;
That Was the Road
I Stood.
She Would End Up
Giving Her Life;
She Who Was Like a Twin,
Like a Second Skin;
Who Could Have Been a Wife.
Will She Be the Same
When She Down Loads
To Night.
#B27321 

https://theprose.com/post/144636/die-for-me

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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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J.W. Kennedy

J.W. Kennedy

Still Will

To be
Mental
to Use
my Mind
to Achieve
What’s
In Side
a Cage
That Causes
Rage
Is How
I See
my Life
the Limits
Like Sin
the Walls
I Hide
Be Hind
Morality
as my
Soul
Screams
Kill
Cut
a Sway
Through
These
Bloody Bastards
I Know
Another
Sick Depravity
my Will
Steel
to Live
my Life
as
my Master
my Answer
Steel Will
to Pursue
the Life
I am
After
Steel Will
I am
After
Steel Will
Steel Will
Cut
a Sway
Through These
Bloody Bastards
Steel Will
Steel Will
Steel Will
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/53646/still-will

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Alessandro Magnasco

Alessandro Magnasco

Truth,
a Sluice

Truth
a Sluice
of Bull
Shit
&

Lies
Not
Some Thing
I Can
Point To
&
Show you
Where
It Hides
the Answers
you Alone
Must Pursue
&

Find
Like
the Universal
Truth
we All
Will
Die
Come Tomorrow
That Too
May Be
a Lie
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/49552/truth-a-sluice

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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
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/48854/the-kennels-of-men

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Antonio da Correggio

Antonio da Correggio

Jade

my First
Love
I Would
Like
To Say
a Girl
but
That Is
Just
a Whirl
of Heart
Break
&

Emotion
me
No me
That
Is Not
the Answer
Words
Possibly
They Could
Fill
the Void
I am
Lacking
It’s Been
Hard
Not Gay
This Twisted
Bed
I’ve Made
&
I Don’t
Think
I’ve
Ever
Laid
my Heart
Before
a Door
you See
Jade
Will Suffer
No More
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/47242/jade

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Rocks

This Is
Not
my Eulogy
Fool
This Dirge
Is For
you
a Song
I Sing
As
the Worms
Eat
Their Food
Laughing
At
the Thought
This Was
Supposed
To Be
my Box
Nothing
but Rocks
Soon
It Will
Be you
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/47046/rocks

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