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Ghosts of the PastHead in hand, marching through the halls over dust laden floors and passed time stained walls. Gazing at the rotten reflected portraits of ancestors, watching devolution as time ran on like a wicked child.Ghosts of the Past
Mother Gerth, roundest of the lot frowning at any and all onlookers. At her side the little father Archibald, pipe in hand smoking up a storm that still billowed through the long deserted house. Last and least the nameless child that stood
before all that trapped in the surface, cleft between past and reality,
Ethereal tears fell for the forgotten youth.
Men of WarLeaden boots fall on a mesh of metal and floor, cavernous halls filled with sounds and soldiers, struck silent by a single figure at the fore. In unison the companyMen of War
turned, met by a piercing gaze Under a heavy brow, with cheers and battle calls, set to march on Till glory come death, heart and soul as one following like spirits in greed, a lesser form of Brotherhood, Head on these Men of War.
Copyrighted S. Winkler 2006
Patchwork MessiahSown the seed of evil upon hallowed soil, Whilst earth defecates a spirit worthy to fill such a mould. A finger each graced by a different lie, Two the face of god, A eye to burn the soul another to look upon fading stars and failing sun. A mouth to desecrated by profanity, its lips caressed by unuttered sin. Set in a tight sown chest, a quilt of leather and thread, Darkened heart that would bleach the night were it not Radiating cruelty from a rotten core, that now housed nought but maggots and foul ichor, faith brewed Till sour and filtered through aeons of decay. Close by, hPatchwork Messiah
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