October 31, 2009 09:25 PM EDT
(Updated: October 31, 2009 09:34 PM EDT)

Why must we remain
in this temple of murder
where days burn and fail?
The courtyard bell sounds alarm,
every night there is slaughter.
I have become fire
bursting up from blackened bones
bright by night, my flame.
Evening winds blow from the hills
high grass curls around the shrine.
Parade of Ghosts
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Comments: 30
Lonely Pet Demons (Sat w E)
Harvey Comics! How cool. I'm sure he would have.
Raining hard this morning in Va! I need more coffee, too, because I'm trying to write, and nothing is happening!
I have started a few things, but they went nowhere. But at least I started!
Silence prevails, holding steady the place where horror was recorded. Atticus, this is haunting.
The Surreal Circus