Hinge
It hangs
On the wink of an eye
Lost in the dream-ridden haze
Touched by
Denominal scent
Hibernated emotion now stirs
A presence
Black as the moonlight
Uncanny rage in the calm
Internal
Perpetual descent
Hell has no room for us all
'Neath the leaves in dusk
Twisted raven claw
Took a delicate grip
Lose control
Listening to a choir
Failure makes my throne
Sits a branched tree
Take my soul
Gather my teeth
Let the passion run
Carry away
'Cross the unswept pathway
Throws a towering shadow
Shorter yet
Longer
Longing
Loss
Lost
In tender
Sleep I shall walk
Uncanny, healthy and calm
I would perish
At the given signal
The slightest Touch to my soul
A day
Fell in its shadow
Got lost in the haze of a dream
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