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-It has been a while since my last blog and its lively-hood with my poetry. I have missed writing more of my poetry and posting it for many to enjoy/read/critique/etc. It is also a good thing that it is not something that leaves my system. And so, without any more delay, here is one of my many poems.-


Corsair of the woods,

pull down and shedΒ  your worm like vulnerability,

and pallad skin, a firery pentagram burns bright in your eyes.

The crackling sound of bones breaking,

and joints twisting in sweet blissful pain,

has signified that the change has begun.

Corsair of the woods,

parts you lips for a lunar jowl,

the forest is dark,

and the night is long.

Tons of Love Bites,