So here we are again, inside the mind of the Dead Man. Not sure even I should be in here as it's dark and scary and the lights don't work. I thought I'd blog a little verse I wrote the other night, I know it doesn't scan right - but I came up with the first line and the rest kinda followed spontaneously:-
Darkness fills...
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Darkness fills...
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The sounds from the street were muffled, distance made them quiet. The neon signs and the street lamps sparkled in the darkness. The night sky was dominated by a huge full moon, the few stars unable to combat her fierce glow. On the other side of the city, a police car hurtled in pursuit of a felon - it's siren audible at this height in...
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Here I've sat, bored as hell
Waiting for the home-time bell,
Had thought my Sins were all departed;
But it seems my penance is only started!
So raise some Hell, and raise a drink
And as you do so, please of me think,
The one who wastes his lonely hours,
'Midst idle dreams of Ivory Towers!
So now I come to end my Rhyme
I...
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Waiting for the home-time bell,
Had thought my Sins were all departed;
But it seems my penance is only started!
So raise some Hell, and raise a drink
And as you do so, please of me think,
The one who wastes his lonely hours,
'Midst idle dreams of Ivory Towers!
So now I come to end my Rhyme
I...
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