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The Price of Souls


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Here's one from my collection. You can view more of my works at my webpage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE PRICE OF SOULS

If we could buy enough

Just enough for this silent world

Would that be sufficient

Of the stakes we've left unfurled?

 

The red moon rises

Magentas of the night in dreams

Ghouls ride these trees

I see them fly without wings

 

An owl perches himself

Onto a branch of a thousand failures

Staring into the eyes of this night

His situation has turned precarious

 

She lands herself onto the ground

Head of a lion and body of a woman

Holding death in her hands

Life seeps through unproven

 

She told me if we could buy enough

Just enough for this faded world

It will tell a tale so bright and wrong

When truths will lie and lies will curl

 

In the recesses of this night

She kisses my wounds of old

Her sighs brought on a million visions

A million stories left to be told

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