Carved Sigils Upon His Crown - Poem by David Lacey
There's a devil in the corner of my room
White eyes bubbling from the surface
His skin the texture of a school boys table,
Experiments gone wrong, holes drilled deep
In an attempt to know what lies within.
Carved sigils upon his crown, visions of
Generations past move within his eyes.
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