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NaPoWriMo Day 14 - The Crow KingCrow King, death surmounts you raven hair,
your sunken eye belies despair.
Summoned to you throne of rocks,
passed your fellows all in flocks,
where brambles rambled,
on that path I walked to seek you...
Crow King, I am come to bend before your throne,
in this wilderness of souls, your own.
Bring down the bridge that stabs the skies,
wherein there lies the sacred land of muted cries.
Your eyes, cold Hells that bloom and blaze,
let me slip away my days, in the court of velvet night.
Take me in your cloaks and sigh...
sigh my sins away.
Crow King, why keep me from your looming bridge?
The ridge between our worlds must fall,
Keep me in your wings, enthrall me in your blackest pall.
Take me. I wish my soul away.
Crow King, you turn your cruel beaked-face from mine.
What then is my crime, that you should keep me from my climb?
That line ahead, that winding thread, that creeps around the bracken bend...
Will you keep me, from my end?
Crow King, is this then it? No bridge be lowered?
NaPoWriMo Day 13I have seen the bird ever flying,
on pallid and flittering wings,
I have heard the doves ever crying
and dined in the court of the kings
I have worn a mantle of silver
and fished in the deepest of seas
I have laid a hand to the quiver,
and climbed the highest of trees.
I have danced in the ocean unending
frothing in crystal and foam
I have seen the heavens transcending
and seek them wherever I roam.
I have seen the wise men aspiring
to ways that are wicked and cruel
I have walked many days ever tiring
and played the part of the fool.
I have seen the rivers come crawling,
as lakes turn to shivers of smog
I have seen many horrors appalling
that slip through the withering fog.
I have seen the clock hands a-ticking
as midnight cracked through the world
I have seen black wings ever flicking
and watched as chaos unfurled
NaPoWriMo Day 12 Ode to An Unsung MuseDoth thine bassline move me like no other?
Undeniably grime and dirt art grand!
Be still mine broken beat - I discover
Syncopations too sweet to understand.
Triumphant thine cacophonic thunder,
Ever thou blastest midnight-moonlit land.
Pray, reverberate this, mine humble house
STOP. I love thy drop - like a long deadmau5.
NaPoWriMo Day 11An ashen morning,
shadows silvery petals.
Leafless trees unfold
beneath blankets of grey cloud.
Our rainstorm's sadly over.
The Life and Crimes of PoeMy memory serves well when it tells me:
"I have seen many crimes without ending,
So I know my own the best there can be."
Quite clearly was quipped by Poe, attending
Upon the debate on necromancy -
One art he spent a lifetime defending.
This ill-chosen turn of phrase, I recall,
Eclipsed the rest of his work, overall.
NaPoWriMo Day 10Your words I shall liken to wine,
for they whine in my head like a fly.
Your heart's a boat on the ocean,
an ocean run withered and dry.
NaPoWriMo Day 9I have seen many crimes without ending,
where cities pour rivers of smoke.
I have seen hard justice descending,
like a knife drawn close to the throat.
I have caught many killers departing,
the hideous scene of their acts.
I have heard many lawyers imparting,
the lies they choose to call 'facts'.
I have heard the guilty expressing,
an 'honesty' greater than God.
I have seen policemen repressing,
the truth that makes man a dog.
I have seen the poorest men bribing,
the richest to grant their release.
I have seen our prisons overflowing,
with a steadiness never to cease.
I have see some men handed power,
start wars before seeking consent.
I have seen all these thing every hour,
'til the Truth grew too strange to invent.
NaPoWriMo Day 8Fine Autumn had come, coloured the leaves red;
Winter tethered a kiss upon her cheek,
as Constellations crept upon her bed.
Upward a crop of clouds, white misty streaks.
A way, a spark of sun, had not have fled
for wonders burst too fine and pure to speak.
Each season falls to greet the next in flow
as oceans freeze and crystal petals grow.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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