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Ian Jobst

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Avalonian Pyre


I am the red hand of the great
I control the masterful fate
Unleash the gale of fire and ice
Taketh upon thee, a gamble of dice
To flame the breath inhales of mine
The Primordial of the divine
A flame is born from dark of old
A heat is brightened from the cold
life is lost while lost is life
angels chant spells of mortal strife
Hymn wept to vultures of heaven
Thirteen plus one in two is seven
What does the empty soul bleed
What sprouts from the barren seed
It is true I hail from table round
I am a mountain built straight from the ground
I am the king that has yet to be crowned

Submitted: Tuesday, December 03, 2013

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a poem written in love for dream of dragons and times of glorious blades

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