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The Wall
Again underneath the window shallow
I expect a scour sound to follow
While carving a distant, carnal feast
Before a dream of yearning and hollow
To hiss together above the miss
As of time beneath bliss of sorrow and despair
I ask “who shall be my desolate heir
Can he or she not glare
In the light of that which is fair-
For it may be too much to bare
This with you I share”
Again the wall-my dream chiseled
The scour sound with rhythm it fizzled
“Tis a spectrum of solace” I wishfully muttered
Awaiting a reply my heart twice uttered
Firm and thrilled of adventure we rose
“Charge ahead, do not wallow” it chose
I raveled on what it knows;
Distant or close my vision must be false
A solid wall corridors this prose
Quickly of it I must dispose
Ensnaring fruits it might impose
“I wish-I demand not a glimpse
Of the fair maiden bearing crimson hair
I only ask that you beware-
For it might pull too much to bare
This with you I share”
Again the sound grew louder,
Splitting my spirit asunder
Between my fingers I felt the hunger-
hunger embellished with anger-
Its fuel embarked for pearly gates;
Its bowsprit halting the infernal disgrace
Anticipating submersion I face horned-seven malice
“Venom” I grumble “Begone!” I ramble
Suddenly it stops, the raging fire stops
“Whatever cocks my fate” I moor
“In the abyss I shall assure allure
By the first, this body must endure
And the second, my thrust shall bare
This with you I share”
Again in my chamber I totter
Rolling, pondering without squatter
“For evermore shall I flotter
Or arise as magma of this ominous slaughter”
Vainly had this thought encumbered
A soul unprepared for deep slumber
And the still sad loathing of dry facade
Calls forth the beating of my terror heart
Now, to bask once more, I implore
“What journey leads to its spiteful lair
To slay the beast I must handle with care
I only ask that you do not dare
It is too much to bare
This with you I share”
Once more I desire to feel her hair
This with me I share
Written by Victor Snark (c) 2015
Mississauga, Canada
Again underneath the window shallow
I expect a scour sound to follow
While carving a distant, carnal feast
Before a dream of yearning and hollow
To hiss together above the miss
As of time beneath bliss of sorrow and despair
I ask “who shall be my desolate heir
Can he or she not glare
In the light of that which is fair-
For it may be too much to bare
This with you I share”
Again the wall-my dream chiseled
The scour sound with rhythm it fizzled
“Tis a spectrum of solace” I wishfully muttered
Awaiting a reply my heart twice uttered
Firm and thrilled of adventure we rose
“Charge ahead, do not wallow” it chose
I raveled on what it knows;
Distant or close my vision must be false
A solid wall corridors this prose
Quickly of it I must dispose
Ensnaring fruits it might impose
“I wish-I demand not a glimpse
Of the fair maiden bearing crimson hair
I only ask that you beware-
For it might pull too much to bare
This with you I share”
Again the sound grew louder,
Splitting my spirit asunder
Between my fingers I felt the hunger-
hunger embellished with anger-
Its fuel embarked for pearly gates;
Its bowsprit halting the infernal disgrace
Anticipating submersion I face horned-seven malice
“Venom” I grumble “Begone!” I ramble
Suddenly it stops, the raging fire stops
“Whatever cocks my fate” I moor
“In the abyss I shall assure allure
By the first, this body must endure
And the second, my thrust shall bare
This with you I share”
Again in my chamber I totter
Rolling, pondering without squatter
“For evermore shall I flotter
Or arise as magma of this ominous slaughter”
Vainly had this thought encumbered
A soul unprepared for deep slumber
And the still sad loathing of dry facade
Calls forth the beating of my terror heart
Now, to bask once more, I implore
“What journey leads to its spiteful lair
To slay the beast I must handle with care
I only ask that you do not dare
It is too much to bare
This with you I share”
Once more I desire to feel her hair
This with me I share
Written by Victor Snark (c) 2015
Mississauga, Canada