Daimon Ferguson Poems

tick, tock, tick, tock... stop and look at him tock...
for the keeper of time is a ticking, ticking, ticking...
if he were to stop that would be the end of a clock...
because he would stop a clicking, clicking, clicking...
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the warmth of their lights,
the chill of their shadows,
the delighted face of a holy being,
the evil laughter of a demonic thing,
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With bow and arrow he wandered the night,
Deep in the Spine with the deer he must smight.
Then out of thin air appeared a stone of blue.
Where it came from he had no clue.
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Fire, fire, burning bright, cackling, cackling with pure delight,
Fire, thou art cruelly dark and blessedly bright,

Fire, fire, The Bringer of Life,
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a wish that was,

Is thought lost because.
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if you are feeling a little down,

a real best friend will act like a clown,
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The wind, oh how she'll whisper,
In a gleeful tone, made much crisper,
By the chill in the air,
With secrets to share,
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What is love?

Is it an actual thing,
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Dark they are and golden eyed,
With grace like black panthers, sleek with pride,
They prowl the night, spreading far and wide,
Still, they walk among us, noticed, yet always untried,
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You
Your smile gets me through the day,
Your laugh helps me find my way,
Your eyes make me wanna stay,
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