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Devour (Of The Raven And The Spiders)
By A_Puppet_Show
Weave upon a song of prey,
I did; then upon me it came:
You shine a tragic sun friend,
mutual recognition is a meadow,
sacred to the waking, but come,
feast! on the spider tree, they -
are merely crawling pondering,
silly and wondering;
Pick out those rotten apples,
collect eyes in the thousands,
weave me! a skull of silence.
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© 2007 Naro Netved
Published on Wednesday, July 25, 2007.
Filed under:
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Comments on "Devour (Of The Raven And The Spiders)"
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A former member wrote:
absolutely love this poem. It brought me great joy. Thanks
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A former member wrote:
this is an exceptional piece.the imagery is truly unique...the ending made me visualize all those silly spiders spinning a skull-shaped web, and my mind is caught within its silken strands, waiting patiently for the feast to commence.
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On Wednesday, July 25, 2007, blue
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Yeah, my comments always suck ass, but I love this. I do. ~b
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