Johnny Ringo Poems

Offering for my soothsayer,
my waylaying slayer in rolling hips,
my softly whispered answered prayer.
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a memory's nocturne of you,
note that I died of hating you,
for what I became in loving you,
note those tears that bled for you,
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At the end of light in the greying fetid shadows of decay,
well into death, beyond release, the desperation of our last day,
there sits a dread council, there sits a jury of shadows,
and what waits for you in shadows, think on the things you've done.
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