A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
After Dark
What is the breaking point of a soul
Roiling in steams and oils
A vat of sanguine acid running down your chin
Restless night amidst the shadows of wailing trees
A territory of shrieking memories
That refuse to be forgotten
I was wrong to take the key from your hands
Wrong to dissolve that threshold
Your medical resistance
Evolved to keep out poison
Walking dreamless in the chambers of you home after dark
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