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I speak the Light
To write in gilded ink
Seraphs in my quill
The wings from page to page
They sing the words I write
The shadows turn to ash
Their wings melt away
Whisked into darkness
Pointed ears to horns
And silver locks to fire
These, my child,
Are the ones we smite.
Flight, robbed by rusted shears
I speak the Light
To write in gilded ink
Seraphs in my quill
The wings from page to page
They sing the words I write
The shadows turn to ash
Their wings melt away
Whisked into darkness
Pointed ears to horns
And silver locks to fire
These, my child,
Are the ones we smite.
Flight, robbed by rusted shears
I speak the Light
Literature
Dream Invasion
In the dead of night the culprit stole;
Into your dream to take you whole,
Lacing thoughts with such blight;
Stealing your heart for its own delight.
Within your head it creeps and lurks;
Placed by terror and dark’s deep quirks,
Cold and sharp behind your eyes;
Pouring up in incriminating cries.
The blank of white streams in tears;
Forcing out your primal fears,
Twisted into targeted hate;
It strips you of your chosen fate.
Now you are but to paint the lines;
A story to tell of her crimes,
Prose written in desperate plea;
Unable to hide, unable to flee.
Forever stuck in the cold tide;
A surge which you are forced to ride,
It was but
Literature
Untitled
Uncomfortable in my clothes and skin,
I scratch at them both again and again.
Cloth bound tight across my chest,
Hides my eyes from now-flat breasts.
My jeans show off my curvy hips-
Though it looks good, a frown curves my lips.
In the mirror, I am unsure of what I want to see,
But I know that this person is not me.
Literature
An Ode to the Place in my Dream
An island in the mist
Old and forgotten
A cliff side beaten by the sea
Waves crash against its sides far below
Atop the cliff a tree
Seemingly dead
But oh so stubbornly living
Its fellows long dead
Their children abandoning the cliff
But not this tree
It refuses to leave
It never blossoms and is always bare
But it lives there
On the cliff beaten by the sea
On this island in the mist
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and I speak the dark.