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Sunday, December 18, 2011


Out of his chamber led by the deranged
feeble wanderings of his life estranged
A doomed man creeps haggard and stark
lurching onward in gossamer dark
The moon has awoken the villainous beast
who will soon find in flesh, a bountiful feast

An early poem of mine, as sparse as it is unintentionally quaint.

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