his blood plucked a nocturnal #rythm
thick beads drip dropping a velvet percussion
and amongst the shadows
amongst the trees
she moved and bent and laughed
dancing between the moonlight
to a song she wrote with a razor pen
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his #hand passed through the icy sea of needle stars
wincing as darkness rippled like the wake of a pond
and as his other hand raised
the fabric shuddered and changed
and the needles became eyes
a billion witnesses to his fears
a billion applause to his tomorrows
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the rain was #jovial to her dripping ears
and she inhaled the black clouds
as a jagged clap flashed
far below, foolish adults dreamed uneasy dreams
but the children lie with eyes unblinking
for they sensed her
and rightly feared what lie beyond their dripping roofs
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his blood glazed filthy cobblestones
sanguine vapors reddening the black smog
a silver knife gave a crimson wink to the dull gaslight
as heels steadily clopped
and as his vaporing blood ascended
her #seething gave way to a spreading grin
as she vanished into mist
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her spectral bosom was a #prank
a misty mirage that shredded into wisps as he reached and clawed
and when his arms stopped flailing
his spirit reached into the void
and caressed her icy contours
as her dead laugh filled his mind with nightmares and ice
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a murder of shadows shaded blink-less eyes
coagulated lips hung limp as the wind screamed
the shadows passed, uncaring
then, one shadow returned
and as the #rook found itโs perch
it gazed into a milky reflection
then sunk a black beak into the unblinking socket
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a silhouette tumbles
helmet over boot like a pale ragdoll
the #vortex inhales
swallowing star and the flailing figure
and as he crests the event horizon
his helmet reflects a sun
then collapses like a nova
evaporating a mind
and releasing a soul
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salt stung his eyes as he squinted against a dry horizon
his #vision distorted by needle sand
his snake fingers slithered across a white brow as he inhaled dead rock
and as the white sky hissed
he grinned against the grit
and placed one tattered boot before the other
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his pale skull
a crescent moon amongst soulless clay
stars stabbed the black like needles
her feet trod out an unholy rhythm
hollow thuds #marketing a heart without a soul
she bent to unearth the bone
as her dark lips gaped
and ancient mysteries rattled the icy air
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he rose above the branches
familiar #copse fading as he drifted into the terrifying metallic aura
harsh light needled his eyelids
the hovering mass rattled every bone
and as he passed through the light
he didnโt scream
but surrendered to the whims of alien fantasies
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