The Kiss of death delivered,
the Angel’s work complete.
Such a beautiful loss of life and love.
Sleep sombre soldier. Sleep.
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Tell me no tales of life beyond the grave.
Nor yet of faith for faith's own precious sake.
But find me the temerity to save
the lessons learned from each mistake I make.
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I caught a thread upon a nail, unravelling my thoughts
of flashing lights and siren's wail and children in their cots
Of such urbane banality with apathetic gaze
each Zombie-esque fatality adds more to the malaise.
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Whilst working on the switchboard once
for the emergency services team,
I came across a fatal dunce
who haunts my every dream.
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She traced the salty track across her cheek
in search of any source that she may stem.
Her quest revealing nothing so unique
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The bell that rings at midnight makes us weep
and taints the tears that fall upon the page.
It mocks the lost ideas we fail to keep,
and clouds our dreams with caustic camouflage.
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<B>They say this Saturday is 'Judgement Day'!
A mighty earthquake quivers in the wings.
The graves of the believers, so they say,
will open up to Heaven's hallowed rings.
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Two young entrepeneurs admired their store
it held the stools they sat on, nothing more.
The place was bare but there, potential lay
in wait for stocks which they'd sell everyday.
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Behind the Magic Cottage
Who was the inspiration for the story,
'The Magic Cottage' from James Herbert's pen?
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A poem comes in many guises.
A good one almost hynotizes,
drags a reader to the end
as if they'd found a long lost friend
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