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The Shadow Knows

Sparring with demons, and dragons and deadheads It bobs and weaves like a drunken sailor. Omnipresent, omnipotent and omniscient I'm quite attached to it - joined at the psyche. Image of an incubus twirling as I do. Patron Saint of agony, I curse it And relegate it to a 2nd-class personage. Out, damn spot, out - and take the blood with you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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