Descent

All icy features, thus malformed,
That thwart these drifters on their way
To sainted house or hallowed hall,
Or fairy hill within the lay.

Ghostly wails within the sea
Echo all through coast and shore;
Shiver cold in lake and dale
And crash against the vessels moored.

Yet more unnerving be the calm
That settles on the tallest spire
When specters fail to chant their song
From places low beneath the mire.

Inside the silence lies the fire.

Now striking moon and star to dust
They march upon the water mute
For all to see and stand in awe;
Each hopeless and each destitute.

Intangible and wholly wrought
Of selfish pain and gory praise.
A rotting substance, once divine
Come perched upon a phantom chaise.

For lo the light that once was dawn
Hastens to the shadow's grasp.
Thus the darkness overwhelms:
Mankind enslaved by wanton hasp.

Yet sparks remain to thwart the task.

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Heartbeat Fife

Unlikely
Character;
Bitter sweet.
Wash my feet.
Beginning,
Younger still.
Dirt and lace,
Lacking Grace.
Redefined
Clockwork cog.
Painted frame
Of perfect pain.
Coveted
Entitlement
Heartbeat fife:
The human life. 

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Raggedy

Searching for men
In raggedy boxes,
Answers that fall from the sky.
Stars may blink out
While time stands repeating;
Ever and over they cry.
Weeping forms rivers
That flow to the ponds,
But always rewinding
Writes such a long song.
If scores could be changed,
Or maybe transposed,
Perhaps he'd see everything
Nobody knows.
One crack is fusing;
One rift of our time.
Though others will open
Till silence sublime.  

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Such Men As We

Constant repeat,
Ever dwindle.
A bitter flame
With which to kindle
Candles bright
With mortal glory.
Pride and lust;
The darkest story.
Passion labeled,
Love is lost,
The line too heavy
For to cross.
Consume us now:
A shadow's fire.
Brick and mortar
Sink to mire.
Flee we here
To shredded veil
And find a court
Of Godly tier.
Now there rest
Such men as we:
Who wandered bound,
Now walking free.

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Scripted

All the world too grand a stage
For players such as we.
That every line should be displayed
Devoid of symmetry.

Our parts, rehearsed, are living dead:
No purpose to reveal.
Old Decay comes steady on,
And hungry nips our heels.

Masks will glow in candle flame,
Rot will feed the fire.
The foolish word, a deadly thing;
A poison script inspired.

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Books

We walked into the starry void
And through the ocean deep.
Traversed the fires of the core,
Then found the dragon's keep.
Goblins did assault us all;
Trolls came out a'plenty.
We gave them grief of bitter sort:
Our one against their twenty.
Further still, adventure wrought
Our path not for the weary.
While Winter fell upon the land
Where fairy court presided.
The queen was cruel
So ended rule left for her no glory.
Upon her death the pages closed,
They waited for another.
A mind to show this path of awe:
Each book must seek a lover.

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Of Fancy

The pages full and all alone,
To sit and wonder.
Here.
Find Myself.
So lost.
Too different and apart from them;
Isolated in my mind
Where wondrous things endure.
To peek into the nether world
Where things are colder,
Locked in frigid normalcy.
Yet inspired to such tales
As might break the fretting soul.
So to write, ever on
And keep the rest a'hiding.
Let them play unending notes,
Unmoving to myself.
Each too flat to lift such thoughts.
Other songs entrance me more,
Sung as they were in places
Only of the brain and pen.
Alas, that such might come again!
One to match this fount of mirth,
Sprung beneath a dancing star.
Though here we sit
With none to walk
Into the lands of flight and farce.

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