come_creep
Death of a Rose
come
,
creep
into
a
retreating
knight
,
the
harvester
of
darkness
and
unseen
victim
,
together
in
nothin.
hear
the
weighted
swinging
of
the
coming
abyss
in
confused
release
.
the
drip
,
drop
of
falling
life
.
there
are
hollow
footstetps
everywhere
;
almost
mingling
,
wanting
to
dance
,
but
never
catching
the
rhythm
.
one
day
I
will
fight
the
dragon
swimming
in
convoluted
gray
and
willingly
be
swallowed
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