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Sun 11 May, 2003 09:26 pm
that inspired a fictional character
tombs, shadows, and spearheads
jutting from the soft earth
slick mud
covering the ground in thick clumps
-- a grey fog rolling
like the easy waves of the low tide
from this he came
with a gait like a cripple
height beyond a normal man's
but aside from visible bone
there was no other likeness
his sword, a blade blacker than night
just one arcing blow
from inhuman heights
provedd he had no regard for human life
he turned his attention to me as his victim's body
plopped into a puddle at his feet
not my usual style of expression, though it did spark something biggger... so: blah blah blah!
Oh the Freudian analysis that could come from this...
Unsheath my sabre
So that I may lance your
Jelly donut, smells, don't it?
Like fish, I wish, for you to
Lick sugar from the blade.
'Tis poetry! Brilliant!
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