"dark slave's gargoyle"
By T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
Tue, 08 Mar 2011
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the heavens fall
six matches strike
through the mirror,
the crow flies.
ancient rivers rise,
black candles spill
as all crosses ignite.
the hallowed wolves run
and howl a fire in crescendo;
only one remains and now,
through the years,
has become a dark
slave's gargoyle.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
8mar11
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