YOUR LAST BOW

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Collapsing Giants. Greenland. [1080×108] Photo by Daniel Kordan

The mighty now fall,

Who had been so tall.

Melting to the sea,

Where no one can see

The majesty of your height

Or the last breath of your fight.

Please don’t leave us now.

Don’t take your last bow.

The earth will be a sadder place

Without your bright and shiny face.

 

BURN BABY BURN

BURN BABY BURN

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Burn baby burn.

Your blood runs hot.

Oozing down the stem.

Dripping to the ground.

Leaving mounds of red.

Where buds will spring up.

And take their rightful place.

In the world of The Dead.

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IT FLICKERS

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Michail Satarov, Towards the Light. 

The candlelight flickers.

Melting down.

Dripping hot wax.

A pathway of heat.

For The Dead lo follow.

As they reach up.

From hell below.

Rising stronger.

Hotter.

Deadlier.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE MIGHTY FALL

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Collapsing Giants. Greenland. [1080×108] Photo by Daniel Kordan

The mighty now fall

Who had been so tall.

Melting to the sea,

Where no one can see

The majesty of your height

Or the last breath of your fight.

Please don’t leave us now.

Don’t take your last bow.

The earth will be a sadder place

Without your bright and shiny face.

GOODBYE WINTER

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Winters Warmth by  ALAN KINGWELL

Winter is leaving.

Snow is melting.

Flowing into the rivers.

The lakes.

The seas.

Go away.

Far away.