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Mother Mercy
Mercy laughs, on palest wings-
sends me soft, to shallow screams.
In sleep, I'm panting pain, in paw-
creatures known to fend the Sluagh'..
So dark-shiny, hindered feign-
calls mass Hungry, cloud's disdain.
Havoc worn, deadly escapade-
heavy-flying, 'midst night's brigade..
My sunshine fades on wrinkled sheets-
I am fodder, to sharp mouths in feed..
Beasts of sky, roll in my pain-
slaking all, in swallowed stains.
Wings of watered static-feast,
gorging, on my hard-won peace-
Loud taste-tests sip of me-
holding tight, sans the strength..
Pouring gasp, with tip of claw-
desperate flounder, embraced fall..
Torn so tender, from the sky-
fogged forces, on air, in dine..
Head over toes, in full-blown spin-
I weep my last, onto the wind..
The last real sight my eyes concur-
is the crowd fading, to a blur.
A shadow, scattered, shattered-
peeled in strips, all that's mattered..
My turn to drain, in all I've fought-
Mother Mercy? Careth not.
sends me soft, to shallow screams.
In sleep, I'm panting pain, in paw-
creatures known to fend the Sluagh'..
So dark-shiny, hindered feign-
calls mass Hungry, cloud's disdain.
Havoc worn, deadly escapade-
heavy-flying, 'midst night's brigade..
My sunshine fades on wrinkled sheets-
I am fodder, to sharp mouths in feed..
Beasts of sky, roll in my pain-
slaking all, in swallowed stains.
Wings of watered static-feast,
gorging, on my hard-won peace-
Loud taste-tests sip of me-
holding tight, sans the strength..
Pouring gasp, with tip of claw-
desperate flounder, embraced fall..
Torn so tender, from the sky-
fogged forces, on air, in dine..
Head over toes, in full-blown spin-
I weep my last, onto the wind..
The last real sight my eyes concur-
is the crowd fading, to a blur.
A shadow, scattered, shattered-
peeled in strips, all that's mattered..
My turn to drain, in all I've fought-
Mother Mercy? Careth not.
Published 25th May 2015
| Edited 20th Jul 2015
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25th May 2015 10:25pm
You should consider reading these on youtube. I'd like to hear the cadence and pronunciation first hand.
Mother Mercy? Careth not.
Ouch.
Mother Mercy? Careth not.
Ouch.
25th May 2015 10:35pm
an ouch, most certain.
Thanks you! I am obsessed with comas for the pause in a line (abuse, I know. lol.)
...thinkin' on the youtube thing ;)
be well m'friend!
~d
Thanks you! I am obsessed with comas for the pause in a line (abuse, I know. lol.)
...thinkin' on the youtube thing ;)
be well m'friend!
~d
