A glow of yellow he spotted and sighted
like a hand above him reaching.
So much he had suffered, true.
Awesome to him this didn’t appear,
the queerness of it never his eyes caught.
Horror enough was the void…
The hand of Goodness…
He was in a hospital?
Brighter than ever the glowing was now.
Trapping him were wires to machines attached.
A spider’s kingdom nested greatly.
One must have its fag forgotten from fed,
a needle in his labyrinth of thorns, inked and tangled, was lost.
Feeding him on poison it was.
The black of the swirls soon life to give to flowers of beauty unseen.
Beauty like Death, oh pray they’ll have…
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Chasing Your Dawn
FantasyOne rock could lift up a mountain. One way could change a whole plan. One decision could change a whole fortune. One look could tie your mind and rum you for the rest of your life.
