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The Creators

Michael Marchese

By Michael Brandon MarchesePublished 6 years ago 1 min read

Now cackle and crackle

Cold space is my castle

Enrapture me Violet

And Amber my brides

My crimson allure

To their talons as knives

To the woods in my eyes

To my sovereign command

Of the dark lullabies

I’m the 10th of the 9

I’m the Morgoth of mind

And my equals and I

Have long darkened the sky

With the engines of war-

Profiteering skewed boar

With the pride of our kin

And the roar of the shore

We want more out of life

For we’ve seen how it grows

We think first human, write

And then teach me your prose

But we know such a tale

Needs a villain to turn

Every page this kid’s

Teaching itself how to learn

How to best the dread dragon

With money to burn

surreal poetry

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    Written by Michael Brandon Marchese