Spearpoint Poems - Poems about Spearpoint

......A jolt ran though the broken men, like wraiths they rose, streamed for the door, Gobayth waved them on until nobody remained anymore. They raced on towards the small hut where all of the pick......

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...The damage was done he was hung on a cross, a ragdoll now his body crucified by last words. Idle soldiers cast dice for his torn garments. One stopped in mid-throw - a spearpoint of doubt had......

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...Ego’s not armies destroy an empire Inside to rampage —pillage and burn (Dreamsleep: March, 2022)......

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...So after I told the crowd in the store that I was not Dolly Parton, they quickly went away disappointed and forlorn like, going over to the dairy to pick up some milk, tried to stay calm as I ......

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...To preserve this day, I pick red plums wild Within my soul, I dream a while A vision ancient, to me smiles Of plums growing wild in thickets dark There for taking by man or lark Beside running waters......

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