dripping with glacial ancient sorrow.
In the deepest grotto,
He lifts up
from those still forgotten waters.
Unknown to the abodes
of the moon and the sun
he bears a malignant scowl
at the burning intrusion of light.
He leans in close that we may hear
the wet croak of his whisper:
"I am the untended hurt
of all your days.
I am the weeping foundation
of your every footstep.
I am the wound
that dreams you into being!"
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Pilotpriest
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Pilotpriest
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from Come True Score
{Digital Images manipulated in Adobe Photoshop}
{Digital Images manipulated in Adobe Photoshop}
