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Miotic
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Date Posted: 18:02:00 11/03/02 Sun
I awake from a dreamless slumber, to find my pale day has dawn.
I will make life a little humbler, for it’s from death’s love I’m spawn.
It’s out of hunger I’m drawn.
My hunger, with a will of its own, a thing to which I belong,
Draws me out under a wan moonstone, spreading its dark evensong,
And out into night headlong.
I can no more control my nature, than the wandering vagabond.
To my chores I will simply labor, my destiny lies beyond.
From this I cannot abscond.
With my faculties at the ready, the night beckons to bemoan.
My will and hand are sure and steady, as I greet the world alone,
Never able to atone.
Walking through the cool damp evening air, like a ghost, these streets I haunt.
Attention, I do not care to dare, features far too pale and gaunt,
Presence I don’t care to flaunt.
When life casts its gaze upon my eyes, it can’t help know what’s in store.
That is why I do not advertise, I am what life does abhor,
The unwanted visitor.
With eyes caste down, and my head hung low, I’m a dark and dreary lord.
Upon some poor soul I will bestow, a most onerous award,
Life and death I can afford.
This night out, like any other night, I will hear life’s desperate plea,
Against this phantasm, life will fight, to put an end to my spree,
Yet there is no end to me.
*** From the Site of: Trenchant Tranquillity ***
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