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Dim lit, damp and distant corner

torn from dream of vapor’s fold.

Slow descent to worlds divided,

nothing hot and nothing cold.


Long ago this soul forgotten,

cast off in the ides of youth.

Un-forgiven deeds left hiding

beneath the stone of burden’s proof


Wait to see if fate redeems her.

Wait to hear if time repeals.

Sentence passed down just to mar her.

Word and deed like flint and steel.


‘Jezebel!’ they mock to call her,

waging war against the skin.

Pressed on by the mob’s directive,

let the judgment now begin.


Scrutinize each blood stained footprint

left across the ice drawn field.

Hide the ones who hold her province.

Never bend. No, never yield.


For from that damp and distant corner

ever flows the world of hate

through the veins of those who think they…

hold the key to Heaven’s gate.

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Sun 11th Feb 2024 04:53

Thank you Jeff for this eye opening verse.

This is what was required, had certain decisions to make.

Quite dark and damp piece. Well-crafted.

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