Makalani

Egeiro Through reddened night and glowing shade You view the inner depths of Hade And wonder if the stars would fade Buried in this Inferno. Within this core of earth there flares A sudden light brighter than stars And through the raging silence tears A voice crying “Egeiro!”...

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Creature of Mud Foolish and fickle Mind full of thorns! How the world must curse The day you were born! How the earth groaned and Heaved at your life. This bane of existence And causer of strife! You think you have love But selfishness reigns. You trick your...

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Longing To Befriend How to love what is unknown And for another’s heart to groan So that you ache in every bone With longing to befriend. How to endear what’s never met And care so much for one who yet Could care less you exist. To fret With...

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I Die of Love A gift I’d give Of perfect love Yet I am all but perfect. A love I’d love, And give gift of My heart and make it forfeit. A one I’d love For the good of His life and all that’s in it. A gift...

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 A Golden Light Down a path of cobbled-stone She trod and shivered all alone While ‘round about the storm did pour Over the roofs and every door Was bolted close against the rain That pattered on each window-pain. Such fingers tapping at the doors And drops slithering to...

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 A Monster Naméd Me A monster naméd Me, Alas, how can it be? That I exist In such a fit Of fay brutality? A monster naméd Me, I wish I could be free From such a beast And all it’s feast Of cruel insanity. A monster naméd Me...

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 Strangulation This anger: Deranger And strangler Of hearts. This hatred Is fated To make dead Our hearts. I’m breathing And seething Through wreathing Black fumes. The sickness And thickness Now brings this: My doom. Repeating And bleeding. Just pleading For breath. Their terror Is error And sharer Of...

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 Red I open my eyes. Red. The flag of my passion lying torn in my hands. Like streams of blood the ragged tears and threads trail across my finger-tips. Like threads of life I see them slip away until they fall to lie in a pool at my...

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Weak and Weary I did Ponder Weak and weary I did ponder On the ways and wiles of wonder While without the storm did thunder ‘Gainst my window-panes Sole and sorely I considered Songs of sorrow long-remembered Still the storm incessant thundered ‘Gainst my window-panes. Old and ornery...

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