An adventure unfolds
deep in the wood.
A child walks a track
were a tiger once stood.
...
A trickle of sweet
Runs from my brow.
To the beat of the sun
Over head of my plow.
...
With fear in our hearts.
They sent us away.
To a land strange and new.
For the err of our ways.
...
In far away places,
way up in the sky.
A slither of light,
tears the sashcloth of night.
...
A child of shame
was born this day.
There was no one here,
to give a name.
...
A pen and quill,
soaked with ink.
Would touch a page,
so blank and cruel.
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Within the darkened,
velvet sky.
Stars that fall,
burn and die.
...
I sing to you
of Silver Swans,
Kingdoms and Carillons.
Of loving bodies
...
Chattering voices all around.
Laughs of joke, of joy abound.
A single form, sits alone.
His thoughts as dark as the
...
I sit with pen,
and paper at ready.
Waiting for inspiration,
to come.
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