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Come with me,
into This Garden...
Taste the Bloody
Roses..and Smell
the Ashen Thorn!!..
Then see..
"My Symbol."
(Endless Death
through Strife
Reborn.)
There is an Old
Serpent Devouring
it's Own Tail..
Ouroboros..
Cyclic Perpetuity.
(Of Constant Hell.)
_
Damned for Infinity
is My Trinity!..
Those Grim Fates!..
That Fearsome Three!
(one of whom by
Necessity compels,
the Reaper to Toll
His Dreaded Bell.)
_
But Oh How I
Love Thee Weeping
Razor Willow,..
Thou Art My
Favorite Tree!,..
Cutting Through
The Wind that
Blows!
(across the tear
stained eaves.)
_
Yet this Barren
Life grows more
fruitful now..
though it was
once A Disease..
A Crown of
Tares atop My
Brow!
(which brought
Pain Without
Release.)
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From whence
came Thee,..
Goddess of
The Under-Land?
It seems thou
appeared quite
Magically!..
Like a Skeleton
Key Within My
Hand!
(opening The
Door to Serenity,
bringing Peace
unto the Land.)
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May Thou stay
with me In This
Garden Always..
For Thorns do
Blush, as Roses
Grow for Thee!!
"You"...
The Symbol
of Better Days!!
Who Breeds
Heavens Perpetuity!
(devouring thus
that Hellish Snake.)
J.Stephen.H.
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The rather Fantastical, Unrealistic Nature
of this piece shall become quite evident to
all of you who read; but I could not find it
within myself to alter this work in anyway
to conform to the Present Circumstances
of My (now) Loveless Reality.
of this piece shall become quite evident to
all of you who read; but I could not find it
within myself to alter this work in anyway
to conform to the Present Circumstances
of My (now) Loveless Reality.
Have you ever been trapped in a Second
that seemed..like a Dreaded Eternity?...
Or felt the Absence of Light within you
So deeply that Nothing short of Grace
could restore your tranquility?
that seemed..like a Dreaded Eternity?...
Or felt the Absence of Light within you
So deeply that Nothing short of Grace
could restore your tranquility?
Daily I fret and pace the Floors, giving
audience to a Team of Phantoms who
are simultaneously my Greatest Muses,
and The Perpetuators of My Grief.
audience to a Team of Phantoms who
are simultaneously my Greatest Muses,
and The Perpetuators of My Grief.
But..this is Art isn't it?....
A Reflection of Ones
Heart carved indelibly upon
whatever Canvas they choose
to Make of their Life.
A Reflection of Ones
Heart carved indelibly upon
whatever Canvas they choose
to Make of their Life.
Heaven and Hell are both
revealed to me in my current
strain..and it is with trepidation
that I now re-enter.
revealed to me in my current
strain..and it is with trepidation
that I now re-enter.
that dreaded Cave.
(Alone)
(Alone)
kiss my ass Destiny...
(thou art a Dog without
a Bone.)
(thou art a Dog without
a Bone.)
XIII...
shall we see how far
the Phantoms lead
dear readers?
the Phantoms lead
dear readers?
