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Sorrow of the Phantasm

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Bewitching at the darkest hour
Creeping where the brightness cowers
Spiraling like a shrouded tower
Where bliss tastes of fear so sour

Blending with the fraught of night
Spreading as a blackened kite
Thwarting all of righteous light
Impending all of human sight

Lifeless is the rift of death-no breath-soundlessness, the noise is deaf.
Traversing the void of endlessness, envy, vanity, and obsessiveness-
Blasting through the sphere of life
I scorn humans and all their strife
Wedging their years with a crusted knife
As I hollow next to the Devils' Scythe!

I fret that I forget what a life I regret-what pride-what arrogance- the dreams never met...

Broken is the torched spirit of I-beautiful the words-beautiful the cry- ceaseless is angst, breathless the sigh, shackled by the stillness of time.

Neigh, I shall adorn them with wicked die, all but mine, divine is justice to the undead swine-with this punishment I respond in kind.
A poem/monologue I wrote a few months ago and happened upon once again in my scrapbook. I read this at a spoken word some time ago. One of the few fantasy poems I've written but one of my favorites. Hope you all like it.
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