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Like Steppe Grass Hiding A Horsearcher
By DarkAsh
She sleeps...
(Lichens and moss
Tapestries across stone and wood)
... Her hair falls across her lidded eyes like...
Like...
It's cold, abominably so
Struck there in my ribs
Slicing upwards and in with a subtle surety
Every time I move
There is warm blood on her hands
(Hanging in the air
The thrum of a spent bowstring)
And the sight of it frightens me
I used to be so... immortal
But there she sleeps
My beautiful killer
With her greens and browns and creamy
Soft
Kisses
Her hair falls across her wild eyes like...
Like...
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Copyright 2013 DarkAsh
Published on Monday, August 5, 2013.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Like Steppe Grass Hiding A Horsearcher"
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On Monday, January 14, 2019, Jonas Robinson
(848)
wrote:
This has some nice dark images. I like the sense of dark romance. It was quite a trip that I enjoyed. Great expression of your deepest emotions. :)
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On Monday, January 9, 2017, DarkAsh
(45) wrote:
This one... I had forgotten how it went. I knew that if I came back I'd remember. This one was never just words to me. My god how I can feel that arrow now...
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A former member wrote:
Beautiful, loved it...
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On Tuesday, August 6, 2013, FadedBlues
(2096) wrote:
...such a serene setting. a beautiful killer, sleeping now, but when she wakes...
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A former member wrote:
You leave so much to the imagining yet also paint such an intricate canvas. So many questions left to awe but if they were answered it would ruin the finer aspect of this piece. Amazing style you've presented with this. I haven't seen anything like it in a good while.
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