Torchettes

Who(may count the day or hour of what may be ?)
Will dance deep spells with dragon fang
White knives to slay the hour
Carve parallels where dead men hang
Like numbers in a tower
While faceless armies marching blind
Light matches burning signs
In endless circles out of time
To devastate your minds



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-03-15 at 21:59

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