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Title: Unknown - WIP
Walking between gravestones
Aluminated by a moon lit sky
The stiff ground, cold and sharp
Gliding my way threw the maze
Making my destination your dark castle
Outside your doors I pause
The dark gargoyles seem to whisper to me
'Come in little one, and feed your master.'
They all seem to chant
'Fill him belly, make him whole.'
As if their whispers had gone unheared
My feet pressed against the stome
I enterinto your home
Once inside your Masuileum
I begin to wander looking for you
Up and down your dark corriders I go
My black flowing behind me in the breeze
~Looking~
Poem (c) to Keisha A. MaKainn of Ankh Listings
 Keisha MaKainn · Tue Jan 16, 2007 @ 07:16am · 0 Comments |
