Chapter 1 – The Fall

16 May

Who is this man?

His voice is silver.

And he is

All that one man could be.

I dreamt of him in a dusty city

As a girl, I knew he would find me.

He comes to me in slumber

And so I’ll never wake

He gives me dreams of

More pleasing things

Than gouged and bloody

As are we.

In my cave of visions

And loneliness

His treasures line the wall

Like ancient scripture

His hieroglyph

Warns others of my fall.

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