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Kings & Monsters
The madman
Slowly reads himself
Into the story
The fetid toad
Looks itself
Into the mirror
The flames
Are risen again
And flaring
From glow
To flicker
To insensate heat
Their paths contained
And righteous
With restraint
A horse hair
Whispers
As it goes
And what of this dark wood?
Lit by fire
To shine a way
Toad and madman
See crawling things
See wings
Embers fly
Only …
To be taken
The blow
Of freedom
From the haunting hearth
Little kings
Mistaken
By a raging God
Swollen saps expand
Then pop
Then seep to ground
A maiden's voice
Is heard
The wind says nothing
Their watering hole
Their mirror
Records the night
And there she is again
Did you not hear this time?
Toad
Climb into my mirror
She says
I willingly oblige
Slowly reads himself
Into the story
The fetid toad
Looks itself
Into the mirror
The flames
Are risen again
And flaring
From glow
To flicker
To insensate heat
Their paths contained
And righteous
With restraint
A horse hair
Whispers
As it goes
And what of this dark wood?
Lit by fire
To shine a way
Toad and madman
See crawling things
See wings
Embers fly
Only …
To be taken
The blow
Of freedom
From the haunting hearth
Little kings
Mistaken
By a raging God
Swollen saps expand
Then pop
Then seep to ground
A maiden's voice
Is heard
The wind says nothing
Their watering hole
Their mirror
Records the night
And there she is again
Did you not hear this time?
Toad
Climb into my mirror
She says
I willingly oblige
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