Outside Murdoc's Door
Darkness abounds as silent
voice penetrates through
remnants of dead woods.
thoughts locked down
in reverse osmosis.
In anger he rising swift,
shoes scattered staircase.
Objects grew wings, the
walls echoed with
barbaric shrillness.
A god of alternative
realities awoke from
his slumber, screeching.
Quieted myself.
1 Comments:
This one and the one below are both several years old. Dug them up in some old word folder.
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