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The New Conquistadors

Early
Before Sunrise
They came in ships of steel
Bearing great gifts, all we needed
To die

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So Many Forms

By: Liam Wilson

Just like
Mages learning
To memorize their spells
We poets study formulae
To vex

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Apocalyptic Muse

By: Liam Wilson

Deep she lurks within me
My craft she does infuse
The dreadful siren’s call
Apocalyptic Muse

Rises with the Autumn
With torpor slumber blues
And bade me record her dreams
My scribing at her cues

Her words my hands do write
Subtleties of abuse
Captured at her whim
And held there through her ruse

Embraced by her presence
To love her as a wife
Humbly bow before her
Adjoining in her strife

She whispers in my ear
Evoking what I use
In clear defining prose
Without a need for clues

Frenetically I work
And when she’s done I’m through
Fades back into torpor
And gives me what I’m due

I’ve found my place again
While Earth it changes hues
She’s scarred my soul once more
Apocalyptic Muse.

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The Inept Ritualist

Nude, she stood alone in a copse of trees
Brine taste of sea air brushing her skin
Distracted mind, thinking of him
Should not be here, in this place
Circle glows somber green
A single misstep
Misspoken word
Tentacles
Drag her
Down

Copyright © Liam Wilson | Year Posted 2011

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The Muse

The other eve I met a muse,
her eyes peered through the night.
Of subtleties she did abuse,
and thus she’d found her might.

I beckoned her inspire me,
she turned with kind reply,
Took a seat beneath a tree,
a twinkle in her eye.

She spun a tale that’d rival bards’,
and gazed into the moon
Lost me deep with lies in cards,
on a solemn night in June.

Up she sprang into the night,
Tardy she must be.
She was not far gone out of sight,
When I realized she was me.

Copyright © Liam Wilson | Year Posted 2011




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