Dead Still by Matthew ZangenAt that moment- within,
she caught the blade of entropy's gaze;
a frenzied symphony of
maniacal, piercing stares
that screeched wraith-songs'
sorrow into her veins.
She was on the knife's-edge
of a chaotic reign
and all I could do was watch as they tore at her flesh,
their teeth glazed red
with purity's loss;
their eyes blazed with a fire
man had forgotten the meaning of
long ago.
04/01/2003 Author's Note: Oldy. Accidentally deleted this from my library a while ago.
Posted on 07/27/2006 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Zangen
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