Monday, October 18, 2010

Things in the Dark

This hoofed, cast iron titan is the vanguard of terror.

Gloaming long since passed, 

darkened horns engender 

a state in which

what exists and what is
perceived  remain apart.

Cower and all dignity is forfeit.

Neck bowed to break,

I fear such a fate.

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