A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Moss and Stone Hold me close and don’t let Go The race rages on, nightmare steeds Trailing dark flames whispers hissing into the pool of thought Dream, corruptible, stews like witches brew If you nourish the wrong parts the form will grow Distorted, ogreish, rough andContinue reading “WD 102 “Moss and Stone””
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WD 72 “Baby Bird”
A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Baby Bird I’ve waited a lifetime to be born As I stand here, knee deep in viscera A primordial soup of hope and dreams The planet around me is like a the sweet flesh of an apple But I see bruises My spatial shell corroding slowlyContinue reading “WD 72 “Baby Bird””
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