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Poem/Critques WANTED
I'm hoping for a genuine critique. I advise haters to look away.
The Watcher
On this path you now tread
Be wary of the life it breeds
And of the ashes you have spread
From our kindred deeds
Here we are as lovers
in all that we surround
looking for another
reason to be found
So hide my spell
Do it with grace
Let it move
in fleetly ways
In the darkest hours
marvel your own blood
The cup is yours
Drink, you should
What holds the heart
From your re-animated past
A spirit only wanting
To calm you down at last
Amaurotic walls holding us
and we shall return
Cackling fires obsessive
We sparkle, we burn
In an attic full of leaves
Autumn’s sweet asylum
In the copses and trees
What a cold malign
Boxed up in their faith
Oh these signs of wraith
Paths that intertwine
In one timorous design
Beauty’s breath only
A flake of light
Bright with a spark
Of a pallid life
You'll begin to hear
The nocturnal shrills of sirens
It’s the crux of your condition
Your learned predation
Storms of rain
Of melancholy snow
Winter twilight smiles
This lurid smile
The walls creaking
With loquacious conversation
To the bed and the window
And the sublime moon
A maestro of lullabies
Feeding sleep into your bones
Delicate light spills into
A darksome night alone
Now wake my shining orbs
Free them of your pain
Free to eat and to absorb
The horrors you sustain
Dread these sepulchral scars
Dread their empty stares
Of blighted seduction
Follow these instructions
If you want to call it crap that's a judgment call.
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What?
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