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I Have Called the Darkness Friend
I Have Called the Darkness Friend You call me dramatic; you say I speak in fear, But you weren’t there beside me when the darkness drew near. You haven’t heard the whispers dressed in promises of light, Or watched a thing that seemed so good reveal its face at night.
By Hannah Lambert3 days ago in Poets
The Lonely Road of the Called
The Lonely Road of the Called The road of the called is a treacherous climb, Where eternity whispers through the hands of time. Where the crowds may applaud you, then leave you to bleed, And the ones you would die for may question your creed.
By Hannah Lambert3 days ago in Poets
Vita In Discrimine
Today, I sipped my coffee Under orange leaf hues Listening to the endless rustling Of nature’s phoenix fire *** Why must decay reign For us to acknowledge The beauty held within A leaf so mundane? *** Foliage so full of fire Underscored by snap and crackle Assembled bodies Warmed by flame and wool *** A constant, latent chill Demands a libation A cider, a bourbon A paired stew, preferred in a cauldron *** Twirl amongst the skeletons Let shivered spines Be eternal reminders That thou art mortals *** So let us come honor This hallowed month Which, if we’re quite honest Wears the crown, in triumph
By Matthew J. Fromm10 days ago in Poets





