
12-03-2007, 05:38 PM
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Ware, Yami Tote
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Location: Nephelokokkygia
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Re: The Noble Exhumed -- Nightmares Pile Like Bodies
This is a big remake of a poem I've posted here before.
Photographic (The Old Deluder)
By Tobin Erebusan, a.k.a. Matt Barnett
I took your soul in a photographic flash.
Decisions in time grow rash:
Buy a new roll of halide, or stay
with sorrowful sentiments of a red-eyed yesterday.
Though they are poignant, I can't remain this way.
Precious metal no longer, this silver tarnishes to the grain.
(An image drips in a red room, slain.)
Accursed Phoenix, I don't want you.
Not even the ashes may stay of this refuge,
lest a conflagration revive to burn my mood.
(Know the lens and you shall see the truth.)
Inevitable stranger, mind razer, I won't fight you:
You can find them in the crevices of a nameless, antique maze.
Unbind them, and rewind them. I remember those days.
(The mercy of a Zero suits as serum for this malaise.)
Efface each bitter subject as malady from my memory.
In a craving beyond means, I must be released
from these annals of haunted-and-framed history.
(Digital eyes see fit to seethe through me.)
Dear Death, take hold of this deluder's display of paradise-once-found,
then mark this ruin as your burning ground.
Last edited by The Shademan; 12-03-2007 at 11:56 PM..
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