Best Surgings Poems

moon …

beams that burn -
that turn my surgings to slag
my teeth to serrations,
hungering …
can those silly sentients not see the
verity in my veneration, you?
do they truly think it’s only art, 
only … verse?
that my blood runs in
these inky scratchings alone?
‘why pen these dark tales with...

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II
Flight

One day, Maewyn was in the pasture,
	Tending his master's herds,
		When he heard spoken, clear as a spring,
	These few simple words,
			"Your ship is ready." the voice did say,
				He started then to run		
					And didn't stop to take a break
				'Til long had set the sun.

Maewyn's will was iron...

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