Carved Sigils Upon His Crown
There's a devil in the corner of my room
White eyes bubbling from the surface
His skin the texture of a school boys table,
Experiments gone wrong, holes drilled deep
In an attempt to know what lies within.
Carved sigils upon his crown, visions of
Generations past move within his eyes.
poem by David Lacey
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