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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Paul Stade

Paul Stade

Cold, Maybe So

you are
Alone
Trust
a Broken
Bone
Cold
Maybe So
But
When you
Are There
Sitting In
the Chair
After
They Have
Shaved
you Bare
Who Shall
Take
your Place
Fate
you Are
On
your Own
&
It Is
Written
In Stone
That you
Have
to Deal
With
the Past
you’ve Made
Sit
as Though
On
a Throne
Knowing
In
your Home
Nothing
Was Fake
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Fritz von Wille

Fritz von Wille

Thy Favorite
Spell
Hell
Possibility
Is What
Works
For me
Nothing Written
In Stone
Nothing
to Make
you Groan
This Is
the Way
It Has
to Be
you See
With Possibility
There Is
Never
a Cage
Nor
the Rage
Of Not
Being Free
Only Limits
Of the
Mind
I Find

#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/40073/untitled

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Henri Meyer

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
#B27321

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H.P. Lovecraft In 1915

H.P. Lovecraft In 1915

The Eerie Music of H.P.

The Voids & Gulfs It Held In Trance.
Of Outer Gods, Demons, Devils,

& Human Headed Rats.
Of Cemetery Yards & the Animated Damned;
Trilling Throats Offer Up

Kə-THOO-Loo’s

Hideous Demands;
Human Sheep UnWilling Flesh Bags.
Allowing His Eyes to Focus & His Mind to Mingle,
as He Sits In the Deep, Deep;
Seeking to Throw Off Time’s Sleep.

Searching, Questing For the Lost Lullaby
of Dominion Over Man.
Written by the Hand of the Master Zann.
So His Children of the Sea Can Thrive, Breed,
& Hold Sway Once Again.

Starving Not Just For the Souls of Man,
But the Meat In All Its Many Forms;
In your Inner Most Dreams He Creeps,
Pulling you With In His Reach.

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

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