Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Morning After
Same place
New
How, magic,
chamelion-eyed
saw tearing shield,
calloused arm?
Etherium
crash down
Bring sorcery
Here
Abound amazement
Smith's orbs
Wide to see, as
Neophyte to joy
This time around
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