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Distance

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  Distance, the claw that crushes the bone, exposes the marrow to the relentless sun. Distance, the hammer that covers the shield with sturdy nails, their iron heads scorching the eyes of hostile throngs. Distance, averse to swoons and sieges shuffling as in a slow dance along the thin brittle line between the inscrutable and the banality. Distance, obedient to a particularist law, sowing the earth despite wide turmoils, raising a legacy: an unfurled defiant calyx    

Golden years

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Mutual belief in one another, made you indestructible. learning to make from each silver lining a glorious banner of sun-kissed gold. you and him, standing tall, high on the summit, shorn away from the tearful shadows, enlisted for innumerous Midsummers.

The Winter Sun

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a delicate whisper brushes ever so lightly the raw shivering antlers of the warrantable hart. the land sinks away under a sombre blanket of mute desolation, where spindly figures lumber about in a saturnine procession along the shores of perdurable twilight, sussurations wax to a sensuous, elegiac fugue to favourably entreat the kingdom's plight. a demure sigh escapes from chapped bloodless lips belonging to a weathered husk of a man, whose still youthful heart courts the memory of bodeful veneries down deep cut corries and gullies. pellucid runnels filled with the roseate caress of his tears debouch into the bitterly raging waters of the hiemal sea. long since bound by necrotic arteries that besmeared the mother star in the womb of the unrelenting nightfall, she fades out prim and lento from her bounds of sopor, roused by the first shrill warbling sonatina of the diminutive wren, to flutter aloft to her rightful throne enwreathed by an embankment of laggard but gilted clouds and t

Black Rose

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as we trudge and traipse like an anemic spectral apparition across the elemental savagery that leaves the world in asphalt darkness,crossing this death mask of earth, pockmarked and indented by stygian dreams and crimson agony, shorn of beauty and civlility,we crave for the slighiest glimmer of verdant iridiscence, infallibly outwith our reach, made more lambent in our time-frozen reveries. yet our pedigree speaks of those far-out ultramundane lineages, that ride upon our wary soul throughout life's skewed alchemy and commove us against our recourse to hubristic contumacy to insatiate ourselves with the ichor from festering lacerations, bedizening the body of fallen lionhearts and their forsaken effigy. thus, we deliver the last vestiges of our humanity to the tyburn tree,to ascend from the fallow soil as a cimmerian rose, no seducee of the roseate caress sealing the easterly yonder, but forever forlorn this bloom mocks the providence's flailing abuse with our dissev

Dark Heart in Twilight

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Fostered illusions, shredded to mangled rags, whilst child-like innocence's tortured and left broken, choking in its viscera on a vertiginous ledge above a rigid, grimed tableau that intermittently vanishes under the chopping waves of a poisoned sea, where the merest suggestion of melancholy and blighted glory shan't reach out any final recourse to liniment for the dispirited man. His dreams revoked, his stamp on life's brittle and erratic weavework charged with heresy, he's also depurated from the crudeness, the deceit, and the spurious teachings of the humane consortium, and his path ushers him now to austere and forbidding lands harnessed in blotched and rusted sheets of metal twilight where his shadow prowls the stinging desolation as a hungry, demented black hound.

Selenic Bane

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When the Moon stares blindly, vision coated in waxen livor mortis, fretting over a dinner of meagre nourishment evacuated from generations of ashes, bones,  and gristle torn and gnashed by Time's fangs and talons, the Night spits a sickly fog of gall and necrosis, awakening the Scratchman to loom over many a provincial Hamlet. Thus fever arouses man to writhing spasms that pitch and beam his Being to the serrated riffs of Carnage, and Tears long since dusted into briny sandstorms, and liberating Reveries choking under the weight of implacable Anguish are met by smirks pelting on futile legerdemains of Evasion. All vanity burned by gangrenous mischief, the Wrench yields parched as sun-kissed lizard skin, shuddering at the touch of Laments, to the empyrean irreverence of his atramentous Lodestar sired from hidden bitterness within deceptive sweetness.

New Year's Lilith's Reverie

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Though year after year we might trudge and wade like an anemic and aimless spectre across the bloated sticky mass of mud and filth, there's no reason for the mind not to lie down in tranquil slumber, clinging with a warm and invigorated heart next to a moon-lit pond, and then to spirit away to new, strange horizons and fabulous wonders of ultramundane lineage, riding along the delicately swirling fragrance of an illusory bluebell...