Swiftshock palm slap, pulsethrob rear,
Deep and savage need fulfilled:
Submission.
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Goldbrown leaf in silvered web,
Joyously held fast:
Perhaps it's in love!
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A whitesheaf grassblade, truly offered,
Simple as love.
Will you accept?
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A moment eternal before memory awakes,
Gazing in the chill of a silver morning
On the face of beauty incarnate:
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I find myself,
Like a courtier to some fabulous king,
Walking through chilled silver
On paths strewn with coloured leaves
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Crowded tube, bare room to stand,
Stops the only air to hand.
Sea of faces ever changing,
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There are days, which grow more common,
When the Darkness claims it's own,
When the Ebonbeast within me
Bursts free to claim his throne.
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From bluegrey eyes a fire is burning;
Blue-white blazing, black within,
Half-seen shape sharpclawed.
Limned with fury wings are beating,
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There was a time when this house,
Scaled to my size, comfortable,
Was an extension of my self, filled entire by me;
Each room known to me, alone.
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