To the Bound

Broken,
Battered.
Frighten
To lend.
There find
A way;
Distant,
And Blind.

By the choice
For few fall.
Seal they bound,
Oath they voice.
Souls in pull,
From their fate.
Trap they fear
Like damn fools.

In singe to steel,
In singe to stone,
In singe to flame
That bring such zeal.
They leave no trace
They find no luck.
They find no cure
To end their race.

Such raw to harvest,
Lost in chain of maze.
Never to track home,
Nor give peace or rest.
They stand all alone,
They stand with such fear.
They stand which they learn.
Their sins to atone.

Left by wander,
Scour to one plane
Or next in town.
Always further.
Further to drift,
In madness claim.
They turn at one
Of each they ripped.

Words loss chance,
Eyes grow cold.
Skin turns pale,
Luck and dance.
Strings that play
Man and beast
Laugh and smile
Bright of day.

The need,
They want.
To fool,
And read.
No fear
They dwell
They all…
To hear…


Note: This an experiment. Also…I there is nothing to put on the feature image then this picture would do…as well all that follow it. Now I must go now. My people need meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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