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Author:  Gojeli [ Tue Jan 29, 2019 1:58 pm ]
Post subject:  Black Metal

Black Metal

The trees were umbras of the night;
A black cloud on a wooden pike.
The vines which crawled a clammy fence;
It's alloy : cobalt chrome.
My quaint backyards' the forge of dreams;
Of swords, restraints, and other things.
But those get hammered down to sheets
I'd rather not display.
Is not a craftsman to be proud;
of blades and stakes in bushy clouds?
His smokers lung; a daggered tongue
that's cast in smokestack lips.
In fact I think these things I craft
Are made by him not me, alas
I can't remove this coat of mail encoded in my flesh.
I must reweigh, to say the least.
It's sabotons and ankle greaves
The strap-on helmet, nasal piece,
And plates which filled the rest.
My dealer dealt a heavy hand.
The gauntlet in a game of chance.
My grip dissuades to separate the metal from the nail.
If i'm a man that's made of tin, I should be glad. This state i'm in is surely advantageous.
For dangers' just a abstract thought, a different skin; of which I sought.
I lowered down my visor in reflection of those views.
The blind can't catalog a hue
Nor stubborn right a wrong
Nor deaf assume distasteful tunes
With no concern of song.
I wonder in another life without this tin and other strife it's quality improves.
But for now this yards' the forge of dreams;
Of swords, restraints, and other things.
And those I'll hammer down to sheets
Until they're thin as skin.

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