Shane McKnight Poems

Cold blooded fate blinds their faith. Sanguinary
Believers on the berth of anathema.
Sect of worship as dark as the night, anathematize
We pray thee, this conventicle.
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Sorrow is but a mortal
Browbeaten
Trapped betwitxt the walls of passion
I have knelt before her
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Come nigh
Come nigh my friends in the night sky,
Pain, Darkness, Sorrow,
Come nigh
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And I sit at the table,
With the immortals,
A chalice heralds
The gothic chandelier
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The eerie glow of the twilight
Agrees dearly with the still of the wind
Its translucent rays shower the wet ground
Like diamond stones in the mines
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The howling wind

Heralds the darkening of the sky.
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