cryptomancer Posted April 5, 2006 Report Posted April 5, 2006 I laugh at the thoughts of evil intent, That glistening of conscious meandering, Tempting us to thwart the plans of beauty’s design.I laugh at the thoughts of evil intent,That crept along my side in clawed graceFinding purchase at the edges of my will’s mind.I laugh at the thoughts of evil intent, That glistening of the blood on my hands,The beauty of life draining away without a sound.………Walk again beside my heart, Mounted on a rowan staff,Its beating still since my depart,My voice lost in your final laugh.Drag my teeth across your throat,Necklace threaded through with leather, The blow shattered my jaw as it smote,Freeing my soul from its earthly tether.My skin crawls over your shadowed back,Nothing more than a stained cloak,Life and blood and warmth it’s lack,Though your love of that you never spoke..........
Mynx Posted April 6, 2006 Report Posted April 6, 2006 More coffee? Aren't you already consuming enough to take out a young elephant? I really enjoy these poems. They give an interesting view to both sides of the topic and I like seeing the different perspectives of murder (and other related activities). Very nice. Good to see you back my friend
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