Wednesday, December 28, 2011


Iconic sufferance glares from
Conquered walls giving voice
To the silence like red blood
On pale skin in meager garb
& regal bearing conveying
The portend of eventuality
Desiring this horrific tableau
Might remove itself to the next
Pane in Loki’s unholy triptych
Where darkness gathers out
Side as a murder of shadows
To convince those within of
Sincerity & sharpened beaks
To better break the bread of
Crusted intent & claws to
Rend their faith & scatter to
The funeral winds of home


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