Strydar Enox Poems

The plague came today,
swift and unceasing,
the rats and vermin ming'ling while feasting
upon the corpses that clog the way.
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Thumping sounds invade my mind,
I'm lost with no record of where to find.
The savage beats my mind retreats only to be thrown again.
A savage swipe on my upper right as the pain grows and grows.
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One might find themselves lost within the sirens call,
A pleasing serenade, a savage escalate, a crunch and your flesh will marinade.
She cooks and enlightens with more herbs and spices, than the cajun on the bayou.
Once her song has touched you ears there is nothing you can do.
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Nothing is ever given freely;
Love
I'll let you beat upon it;
My heart,
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Quickly I run, faster I spun,
through the day now night 'tis begun,
quicker the rain splashing the same.
still my heart races the same what has cause my endless pain.
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Fluttering the wings have caste.
O're the land the butterflies swarm.
Mountains they conquer, forests they feast;
Delicious nectar they fly to seek.
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Quicken the Winds; Faster he spins.
Death and Destruction he Spirals within.
Rage is his Power, its sorrow disaster.
And yet his eye continues to spin.
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From days to nights from nights to days;
Life diminishes no more games.
The Rain has been falling the skies have turned black.
tears once spouted now shed with blood.
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Quicker the beats flow; The perfection of emotion.
Faster its Speed Grows; The signs of love.
More so its warmth shows; a prisoner to the soul.
Rapidly it then jumps; A fright outspoken.
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With each day's breath a new one rises,
First bitten by the cold the yule winds freezing.
Each moment colder then the one that past.
Faster they freeze, no warmth has last.
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