Flak Rackham Poems

Never born with wings to fly
Picked by fate we fall
Acolytes of destiny's
Icarine conviction
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The shadow sword of night descends upon the field of day.
The windswept crystal halls of light like shattered prisms lay.
To pulse awhile with bleeding fire as the evening seeps away.
The fiery buckler of the sun makes way before the ranks of gloom.
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Do what I want
to say you love me
To hell with heartaches
Say I love it
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See them dancing
Pressed upon
trembling smiles
hung on lips
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Lurk beneath the burning gloom.
Stalk the stricken day.
Scent the nightshade's flaring bloom.
Breathe the vapors gold and gray.
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