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IGNIS FATUUS
Spawned of grievance
On sabatons winged of the night
Flowing through the seasons
Dousing the luminance of light
Regarding their souls, negligent
Prying at ropes to curtail sleep
Implumous wings to pay a debt
When granted to them, insomniac deep
Wicked, atrocious patterns, blinding
Guided to kaleidoscopic dreams
The rest, they are but casualties
And solitaire was their despondency
Spattering fleshy hues upon periphery
Painter of eburnean ebony
Caretaker of their torment, singer of songs
Like Phlegethon spilt over panopticon
They are ever-watched by their fears
Bound to none
Convex is their abdomen, wretched
Glazed by the dew from whence they slumbered
Figurehead to mark their arrival
The circumference is golden, unberufen
Lest the toxin avail their veins
Here, these trees tire of their own weight
An oblivion of sublimated lament
Calling to the knell of the waterline
And weathered by the screams of demons
Crests of roses crown the epitaph
Those names that echo through purgatory of unknowing
Ossuary of life begotten too rapid
Tectiform of melancholy, shewn through façade
And sculpted of ire, that landscape
Haunted by the creatures that bay
Bereaved of the frozen moonlight
During this night, tenebrous grey
Forever lost they are
In the aching arms of forget
Forever lost they are
Unbeknownst to death
‘CROATOAN’
Published 31st Oct 2016
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