Friday, January 13, 2006
The King’s Daughter
Hidden in a cave, underwater, lost for years, is a treasure in a trunk sunk at sea. On a parchment golden gilded and sealed with royal decree are writ the secrets of a kingdom fraught with fears. It seems that certain strangers landing by the castle walls intruded in upon a solemn feast. They stole...
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(for Ariala, with sincere affection) Somewhere in media res the end began with an ebony undertow, as the black tusk of fear crept shadowy night over silken white end-tables of time’s nude nostalgic daydream humanity reclined sunk in satin on serene leather cushions of amiable illusion woven from...
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Fighting Fear
Calm me, placate me, erase my bad dreams; tonight of all nights as I stare at the sky; awake way past midnight my mind still teems with visions of violence; force me to cry; force me to die: I yearn for the graveyard, the tomb, cold comfort must give to the dead; yet I see glimpses too gruesome to...
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