Tuesday, September 23, 2008

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:

Blogger Rolling Peter said...

This one and the one below are both several years old. Dug them up in some old word folder.

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