has thou pierced
the veil
of light soluble vision
permeating
the perennial vestige
of sinladen
disbelief
the fair maiden
throws scraps
for the knights
to battle over
like a handkerchief
drenched
in perfume
a beam of light
like a spear
thrust
into the breast
of man
from on high
with devilish intent
the stench of brimstone
drapes lazily
like a drunkard
casting it’s pall
over an
otherwise
festive event
wrinkle thine brow
oh slovenly
wretch
with porcine features
etched
from the stray dreams
of demons
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How is it you can keep this magic coming? No, seriously. Are you some kind of wizard poet or something? Are you in league with supernatural entities? Did you cut a deal with eldritch forces in exchange for word sorcery?
I like your poems is what I’m driving at.
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Officially my favorite comment ever. I have no idea where it comes from but I like all the options listed.
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