Mourning PeaceAt last, morning comes, the red rays scorching the crimson carpet. Ivory furniture lays discarded upon our dank lawn. Widowers stand sobbing, having bared their souls since sunset. Mother’s sweep away the boy’s toys of days bygone, Their children will not be coming home, the rooms empty, they tell themselves this is what it is to be free. The day continues by, and noon burns at evening’s many sins. The church yard expands as new resting place’s rise. Dead warrior’s clothing are burned like discarded animalMourning Peace
Sinless AftersleepThe Evening does sigh, and let's the morning by an arrow of light pierces the night,Sinless Aftersleep
the heaven's fire does expand across the cosmic lyre my eyes arise in, the same moment humanity cries in,
We awake our hallowed state, and face our fellowed fate, Refreshed and reset, our minds no longer beset,
Morning Rays at last have scoured, and my soul has at last flowered, Give up the sleep, for the past can only creep, Remitted our souls scammed, though they may be damned.
-Daniel Timothy 2008
Harvest MoonThere lies the mansion It's hollow and crimson shell the house of slaughterHarvest Moon
Outside they quiver At last in their prime of life They silently scream
Within the mansion lies, steel curved, edged, sharpened and honed Stand, Autumn People
The great monster shouts at which the victims shudder the murderer's wake
The killers gather ready to reap their manna they crave fall's spoils
The clangs of their steel, and the joyous shouts of bloodshed create a fell song
“Click clack, give us lord, C
Life and Death of Puppet GirlOnce there was a puppet girl Who lived close to the beach. She wanted to go down to the sea But it was always out of reach.Life and Death of Puppet Girl
In her room by night and day, Imprisoned by her strings, She'd wait and sleep and sometimes pray For the news the sea breeze brings.
One morning when the sun was shining And the birds were flying high She heard the distant sound of crying That was carried through the sky.
The sound of this then grew louder Until it filled her room Until her drooping wooden head Was steadily filled with gloom.
"Why w
7.92Smooth and slick, Crisp click, Slide the death, Inside, Deep breath, We hide, Behind little metal sticks, Tick tock, The inner clock, Begs and pleads, Just one squeeze, The shocking crack, Compress, Hollow chest, One hundreds yards, In the beat of a heart, The thunder rolls, Through sky and bones, I’m shaking inside, As I pull back the bolt that hides, The empty husk, The sulfur’s musk, Drifting from the chamber.7.92
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