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News: If I could, I'd tie my hair up in dreds and live the life of adventure from the high seas to the mountain peaks, gathering gold and jewels and tales of mystery and action :) but for now, I'll just have to do with writing about these things as if they were truly real.

--12 December 2017 --

Quote: Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest of hearts. --Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

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February 13, 2018

Sifted City Hero {A Poem}


18.02.13 - Sifted City Hero
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Ashed words filter down, flecked and smoldering from flame
Flitting, floating, flatly coming to rest against pale skin. 
Here I stand in the wreckage, the ruin --
Distempered skyline drips oil and fire on the billowy aftermath.
Sheet-like gray as a cold counter, 
Careless and loveless, like a necrotic old woman
Hacking up laughter at the street corner,
Bluish and greenish, salivating at every word dripping
Slipping from the maw of men. 

They cradled you, tempered you with metal and stone;
They plundered you, deep and dark and dismal
They curved their sickled fingers around the outline 
Of your cityscape and you cracked and crumbled.

Red red, red as the blood from the corner of your lips,
Pulse pulse, pulsed out and pulsed away. 
I am standing here, watching you stumble, fall, flicker
You can't stand under the crush of the sky
As it glares down, glittering anger and greed. 
But I will stand for you. 
I will hold you as you crumble, crash and break. 
I won't leave you as you disappear into the soil
To mix with earth and stardust. 
You won't be alone through this end. 

Here I stand, staring at the ripped ethereal inverted globe
Reflecting the chaos and culture of a dying world.
Shifting smoke and smelted gold,
Sticking, slipping, seething eastward. 

Here I stand, last guardian of the rift between realities - 
Battleworn, rusted, regulated war-child. 
Here I cling to my weapons, leathered long and daggered,
Rising up I surge through mud and blood and refuse, 
They cling to my body, curving possessively, 
But called by gravity, they resist momentarily
Before slinking homeward. 
And I stand, heavy-booted, heel-toeing up and out. 

You'll watch me suffer, climb and stand 
Conquer pit and beast, stand. 
Conquer wrath and rage, stand.
I stand, and I demand my land returned, 
And I will stand and stand in stalwart patience,
Ripping heart and teeth from enemy lies,
Till I have returned this city to rest. 

Forbid me passage: may you fear. 
I come to cleanse and heal and clear.




Inspired by Until We Have Faces by Red (album), N8Bennett's discussion of superheros, and red eyeshadow.

Signed with a dystopic breeze, 
Squeaks.

2 comments:

  1. Wow, sadly, I have not been on here in a long while, but this is very good!

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    1. Hey Isaac! It has indeed been a while! :P Glad you liked it :)

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