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Corruption

Corruption

 

Here in the verdant meadows

All on a summer’s day

The dreaded army of the dark

Met with the noble fey

They fought until the long sundown

And the lost blood of the dead

Soaked into the sacred ground

And turned the roses red

 

When the fight was over

And the legion of the flies

Had swarmed across the corpses

Stealing hope from sightless eyes

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CrowLore   corruption   temptation   theft   regret   scarecrow   myth   folklore   gothic   horror   fantasy

the red regret of Thomas

the red regret of Thomas

my fingers drip crimson apologies
but now it’s far too late

I wanted to feel the red in you
to let the steaming  coils
wrap themselves around my disbelief

so when you offered your wounds
I was cautious at first
but needed to satisfy fears

apprehension turned
to blood lust
even as the sticky mess of truth
congealed upon my skin

tears dribbled down my ...

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doubt   doubting thomas   regret   failed relationship   mistrust   blood   wound

supping at the Silverback Inn

supping at the Silverback Inn

the glass stops halfway to its destination
and the sands of time are quicksand
as you survey the crowded saloon bar
in the gently creaking Silverback Inn

see him
the one with the paunch
I remember him
he was a bully
at school
a right hard case
look at him now
fat and old

the stained and sticky floorboards agree
whispering taunting mocking
all that...

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drinking   drunk   mean spirited   old age   pub   regret

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