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It came one night
To collect it's toll
And share the stories
Of a Weeping Bell
Form of fire
Electric air
Eyeless stare
Sitting in my chair
I feel the cold creep
Under my door before
It swings open slowly
And for a long moment
The rectangle of darkness
Represents an open question.
No hints to offer
As I rise from my seat
A voice begins to crackle
From in my mind
It beckons me to come outside
Fear, quietly, the proposition
I grab a jacket from the hook
After a look, found my knife
In dim light, all set to right
A glance in the mirror
Reflection peers back
As I pull closed the door
And head into the night
The quiet voice guides me
From between my ears
The path ahead illuminated, by
Moon's unsaturated light
Fading uneasiness
Into leftover eagerness
Emissary of my people
Invisible martyr
And the fire starter
Suffer the glory
Here to shield
Never yield
Here might never,
Embossed gold
So clever
And it went
Away so played
Crossing in-between
The fade
Like it was old times
Felt like fine wine
Cozy up to a symbol
Of luck, of giving
Face down and blood
All around
Stunned town listening for heartbeats
Emancipated from past view
Forcefully but alive
Bullets hang as time dies
I release them
Dancing brass soldiers
For war is over
Gather as one
And there is none
Braver than any truth
Gazing at a spectacle
The crowd waits for permission to react
Faces frozen in time for an apocalypse, or
An apology
If any knew to ask for one
All was for the power
Gains tower
Pains sour
You all took her too many times
You all took her too many times
When once was enough
To spoil your soul
According to ignorant scrolls
Laid out and obeyed out
We never had evil until we forgot
Our own face
And now they chase
Whirly winged horses gallop in a trio
I dance away
Freshly gripping wet clay
Author of the day
Steel monsters scream
Ballistic revery
The flow I am aligned with
Carries me through blind paths
Avoid fiery bath
As my hands push down
To push me up
Learned how to fly when I grew up