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Hey everyone, I just wrote this original poem (6-12-14 at 4:26 PM) and have no idea why a poem about battle came to me, but hey, it did! I hope you enjoy!



It slit me to the core,

Having to mend the tendons,

Bone-stitching to save us-

Corpse-bridge swinging in carrion night,

Chagrined to see another collapse

Under the yolk of falling stars,

Puppet-masters penning their terribly play

Sketching the sickening sway,

Fish-hook mouths manic in violent hymn;

But we were no lambs,
Daggers under sinless wool
Wo! When the pendulum swung
To zenith heights,
Carving lustfully through the heavens
-White-eyes pregnant with death-
We arose in startled cry
Blood-brought blind
In fever and fury,
Rest did the weary blade-
Bludgeoning none save godless air,
Yet astride the iron-lit glare
Cold daggers of song and sin
Met like lovers-
In the flesh of our enemies.






***Copyright 2014. Richard Cameron Morgan***