- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Old Ones
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Beneath the Starlit Sky I walk
Amongst the voices of the Dead.
O, to hear the lost ones talk;
Intertwining light and darkness in my head.
Trees wave in autumn's fickle wind
As the eyes of the past and future meet.
Dwelling upon me and my mind
Filling ice chilled nights with desert heat.
The cactus, the sagebrush and desert cedar
Adorn the hills of arcane and unspoken
History of forgotten men and creatures:-
The faces of a circle which remains unbroken..
Upon ancient rock faces the Old Ones dance
In unknown vistas of alien life
Calling us all to praise their violent reminiscence:
Unity of man and Beast, begotten of immortal strife.
The instruments of life are death,
Untimely, unwelcome, yet beloved friend.
The Old Ones have drawn out their final breath,
Even in death their life does not end.
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