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Post by sergosa on Jul 18, 2011 6:00:50 GMT -6
Midnight, darkness, beginning. Jagged torches flame. Dreadful shades and blind faces. Flooded with ruthless frenzy heads. Scarlet light spots on predatory blades. Dense with fury air. Rapid stroke ... pain, pain, pain ... a spear ...
Not me, the others Will loot the spoils. I stayed forever in madness of Midnight, darkness, beginning.
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Post by heartfelt7 on Jul 18, 2011 8:44:08 GMT -6
Full of hidden meaning and mystery, Sergo. You are very good at that. Nice poem.
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