HOT WAX

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Michail Satarov, Towards the Light.

 

The candle flickers.

It melts.

Dripping wax.

A pathway of heat

For The Dead to follow.

As they reach up

From hell below.

Rising stronger.

Hotter.

Deadlier.

THE DEAD GAME

YOUR LAST BOW

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Collapsing Giants. Greenland. [1080×108] Photo by Daniel Kordan

 

The mighty now fall,

Who had been so tall.

Melting to the sea,

Where no one can see

The majesty of your height

Or the last breath of your fight.

Please don’t leave us now.

Don’t take your last bow.

The earth will be a sadder place

Without your bright and shiny face.

 

I’M HERE, MY LOVE

 

I’M HERE, MY LOVE

I walk to the sun.

My steps float over the water.

The waves propel me forward.

Closer to the sun’s radiance.

The breeze lifts my feet.

I fly to my heart’s content.

I’m here, my love.

I’ve come to bask

in your brightness.

To warm in the heat

of your fires.

I’m melting.

All is lost.

I’ve come too close.

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