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Post by anirbas on Oct 12, 2006 21:42:03 GMT -6
these near hauntings... no benign visits from ghosts of the past... or phantasms with lasting complaints... nor harmless save for their ear piercing screams, banshees...these hauntings... be monsters from the past, with claws and teeth; devoid of remorse... monsters, that never yet died... therefore, making them a living nightmare to be reckoned with, day by day by day by day...
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 15, 2006 18:33:04 GMT -6
As always, Nir, am in awe and greatest respects with your words. here is a megre offering of my own.. x Soul
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that the fingers of the unholy, reached and stroked softly, the skin of the virgin child and the blood, which stained the bed linens, was as stark as the stiff whiteness, coating the room from floor - too ceiling and across the hall, where even the most deepest shadows lost their meaning..
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Post by anirbas on Oct 16, 2006 8:48:14 GMT -6
Thanks a million, S'fir...And I am honored you shared a S'firic offering in this thread...Thank you...Blessed be you and me and the crew! Sabrina
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Post by shell on Oct 16, 2006 11:34:57 GMT -6
Nir - there are so many monsters who never learned the art of dying gracefully .. or even just nipping off through another dimension, thereby vacating this one ... *humph ... a very moving poem that reminds us, sometimes there is worse than mere phantom could offer ... *shudder*
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Post by anirbas on Oct 17, 2006 5:37:01 GMT -6
I know that's right, Shell...And thank you...Sabrina
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