Young Writers Society

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And, Now Ladies and Gentelmen
Death has come
The Black Pariah of crackling
ashes, rolling clouds of serpent dust
The Hounds lick my feet and fingers edging me up and out, and
in my weakened state
I shuffle towards the grate

Jonah are you there?

for me le mort will be a
B E A U T I F U L thing with
all the calming effect of nicotine
and a fine glass of brandy
(without affects or
health benefits)

please pardon this old soul
her talk is wandering away

fig trees and apple blossoms
big balloons, grecian urns and creole moldenfants
french burlesque
all that one must part with in
time

I see the sun darking dear
come let us be the light.

Cool... I liked it. I liked the tone of it and the flow... Very lyrical.