Shadow and Child.

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I.

Wading rivers, deep
hummed a song of death.
As torrents of sleep
pulled me 'neath their depths.

My mind's I.

Rode in high, on a cloud of dream.
Over the rising scourge and scream,
of hell, tearing reality's seams.

My eyes.

Gleamed eager and black, pupils wide
as the world fell in it's divide,
bleached, ash white, in the fiery tides.

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Shadow, calm.

Whisper to me, the endtime psalms.
The meaning of fingerless palms
shrouded in star.fire maelstroms.

...

Shadow, old.

Tell me, to whom, these bells doth toll.
Where birds will fly, when all is cold.
Where souls go, when death takes its hold.

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It swarmed.

Athwart the voids like dervish storms,
hurricanes, eyeless and deformed
in seas of swirling stars unborn.

It warned.

"Pledge no oath to a head of horns
or a martyr fool, crowned with thorns.
Lest ye walk in death, forever scorned.

Seek forth not, the meanings of old.
To find wisdom, unwritten in scroll,
power beyond the sum of suns, and gold.

You must sleep, sweet prophet, untold."

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