The Crimson Mist
My mind isn't full of bunk. It recounts legend.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Insurrection
A little gleam of time
Ephemeral darkness in tattered spoors
Wretched deeds walk slowly
Upon hope and lust
Upon boastful dreams
Bestows a Judas kiss.
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