A Hundred Haunted Howling Heralds
"All are those who rebel...but against what?"
By Quill Pensward Published 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Clock-turned skies and concave seas
Dancing compasses favoring threes
Flawless hymns now ridicule me
Creatures in cages neglecting their keys
Knives in the mind for those whining things
Lovers devoted to whole chains of rings
Reapers do see us and cast us their wings
Rebels are those who've crowned their own kings
Foot falls too far to rise low enough
Crumple the parchment to straighten the cuff
Though inside the shoe be many a scuff
Dog calmly sits while man growls and barks
All future beauty tore part from part
Life claiming spirit while having no heart
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About the Creator
Quill Pensward
I write poetry and fantasy because I wish to write of all the unknown worlds, their strange circumstances, and the unlikely people chosen to live the story.
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