It would be so wonderful to exhaust ourselves this way and then to fall onto a thick bed of warm moss.

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Thank you a lot. <3

Nice set up. Can’t wait to read the rest

Powerfully penned, Benjamin. I concur with Fia, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

thunder, now passed,
praising rain on a lean-to…
this high & sky
full of mist & wist,

satisfied shine, rich
with daggered eyes in flight…
earth & alighted, poor
with cosmic delusion…

cockatrice glare
through fog & moon.

‘thunder, now passed,
praising rain on a lean-to…
this high & sky
full of mist & wist,

satisfied shine, rich
with daggered eyes in flight…
earth & alighted, poor
with cosmic delusion…

cockatrice glare
through fog & moon.’

Superbly but subtly visual, pensive yet explicit? Why not, sez I.

Hahaha we like the darkness it’s our comfort zone. We may yet get a little darker just just Halloween Thanks Lady

The moon always gets in the way. The Beast is out. The fourth stanza, where it sounds like a protest, but he was hunting. I like this dark poetry.

We like a little darkness and we like to switch it up. We may be posting more dark pieces for Halloween. Thank you Lady

Actually we don’t celebrate any holidays, they just provide us a time to go home to family

Yes

Now that it is a ride in a mind that seems to be on a never-ending roller coaster. I can understand not being sober if I had to go through that. That line, the machete as a scalpel is vivid since my family has one.

It’s great that you just read and liked the darkness. Thank you Lady

Holy shit! Well, minus the holy!
I’ve had this rage. I’ve tried writing of it. But you punch straight to the gut. And scuff up the head, too.
I like the energy emitting from this. The passion to scream, even.
rage has a place. here is good. awesome.