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Post by anirbas on Jul 9, 2011 21:44:03 GMT -6
I am the raven that rides the pommel of the silver sword...
I am death landed to color your world with shades of black and red... Bleaching all other hues to stark grey and white...
I am the wound from which you shall never recover... Overflowing with gangrenous matter...
I am a staff infection, a virulent poison singing a dirge through your blood as it does surge in your veins...
I am the raven... Duty bound to ride the pommel of the silver sword...
But by my faith and by my word... I would rather have been born a sparrow...
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Post by DavidMc on Jul 10, 2011 16:39:20 GMT -6
I enjoyed the avian visuals in this one
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Post by sergosa on Jul 11, 2011 4:37:36 GMT -6
Hi! I really like this your piece! How exactly you wrote that a "little piece of us" always wants to be "a sparrow" but it's a dream only. Exalt. S.
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Post by anirbas on Sept 9, 2011 0:27:19 GMT -6
Thank you, kindly, Sergosa, for your read, comments and the exalt, dear friend!
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