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Treat






Here is my treat to anybody that reads this today....

(they are seperate poems)


Lands to the North protrude wicked winds
oh, the radiant comfort of our fire pierces the dreams floating in the night
that surrounds us, still past midnights calling
Eternal position, we transcend



The Feeding Tree

Far beyond our inclinations sways a dead tree
Where the tree feeds on the resting
Lingering moonlight from nights before, clinging to headstones
to awake All Hallows apathetic slumber



The Ever Echoeing

We whail we whail
under a luminate hazy moon
the one thing we threw down our shadows against an ivory wall

Our way of blending with fog
our feet black, shredded crossing the hungry under-hell

Moon we call lantern leads us to everlasting
burning of Autumns midnight hue
We rise, float, ride along the fog to the forrests
where others rest


The Reepers Echoe

The Reepers echoe destroys everything that I have let my ears recieve
your willing to put your well being on me, I have took his hand to hide from you
I have been forbidden to kiss any angel that comes forth to proclaim ever lasting