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Hydra
Poison vapours
etched in gloom.
Ghastly, void,
vacant, the guardian of
a chained black gate.
Never sleeping;
eyes, as heads,
unnumbered;
waiting for heroes
to seal their fate.
In legends torn
from clay cast bright
we may witness
fire and blades and bows;
such blood-fuelled spite.
Now all too real;
slowly shed,
the skin of time;
a...
Wednesday 14th May 2014 9:03 pm
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