Where Darkness Grows
First thy Tempest impaled thine body
And sliced thy most angry brow
Shard's of glass created blown crystal
And Bitter Winds chastise each vow
Unprincipled Deciple of Circumstance
Purveryor of Broken Bleak Dreams
Covetous by the legion's of Prodigal's
Denatured are thy slicing of screams
Enabler of thy diabolical
Cutting curt and obscene
Crusified and nailed bleeding
In realms that only thine deem
Proclaimer of all that 'tis decadent
Where Weeping Willows faintly grow
Your Tempest 'tis thy Shadow forever
Where they river Styx eternal doth flows
Remembering always
Especially now at Easter
The darker other side
That plays way too big
A part in the World
poem by Theodora Onken
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