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Wisped Webs of legend
Shadows of the mist lerking in gloom.
Darkness of red, you can price through
The shadeing vail.
enormus thru the glass of this nightmarish tale.
Art and creation, fustration within doom.
Shatter me,shatteter me in this domain ,or it is I that will remain.
Distain for the corrupted and inpertfection.
Tainted to the dark yet wanting light. Drain the grace of your soul's crimsen delight.
Rebirth is a mystery ,
Who knows ,regardless heros make history but legends never die.
Darkness of red, you can price through
The shadeing vail.
enormus thru the glass of this nightmarish tale.
Art and creation, fustration within doom.
Shatter me,shatteter me in this domain ,or it is I that will remain.
Distain for the corrupted and inpertfection.
Tainted to the dark yet wanting light. Drain the grace of your soul's crimsen delight.
Rebirth is a mystery ,
Who knows ,regardless heros make history but legends never die.
Published 19th Apr 2022
Author's Note
A sculpture of a huge spider inspired this poem.
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