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Bells Toll

Bells Toll

Happenstance surrendered
Fated cadence rendered
For whom the bell tolls
Nocturne for expiry souls

A shock of morose bell
Knelled niche in hell
Redemption denied pause
Exposed all mortal flaws

T’was grave sound
Deep entombed aground
Abyss dark and dank
To core, casket sank

Beetles chortled feast
Sinew fodder for beast
Damned sully hewn
β€œNeath phantom moon
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Shamk

I would say perfect?

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Being Me

This is soooo dark! You can hear that bell between the lines in this. Wonderful writing x

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A Lonely Journey

Red!Β 
Wonderfully dark and beautifully written. I missed your dark side, and all of your sides(even your insides. I'm not sure what that means, but just to avoid confusion, I will let people know here that I haven't seen your insides. Do you have any x-rays?).Β 
Wonderfully writing, as always!Β 

Matthew.Β 

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A Lonely Journey

Red, you're awesome!Β 
I miss you. Sorry I haven't been on much, but I'm getting destroyed by work. My staff is gone, so I'm kind of a one man show(yesterday I did Hamlet, and tomorrow Romeo and Juliet). How have you been?Β 
Matthew.Β 

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A Lonely Journey

Good.Β 
I once dated a mule. Her name was Beulah Longhorner III. She was quite an a*s. She left me for some oats, but I'll never forget her...who was I talking about??!! I can't remember. Anyway, great writing!Β 

Matthew.Β 

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