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Wrothful At The Sun

From behind my heart
And out of sight
It crawled, it crept
It came from night

These sharp claws
Keep tight hold on me
Sucking from my bones
The tough and weary fee

The tendrils of fearsome
Hide behind my face
They veil themselves in real emotion
Thirsty for a taste

I was the autumn's child, you see
Of reds and starry nights
After joy, such joy
I fell to the shadow's might.

Oh, it waits, it waits
Where ever it may need
Inside me, patient, hungry
To come out, to feed.

mulishwhim

@mulishwhim

Yo. Me? I'm a professional Metaphor Creator - aka taking two things and sticking them together with determination and lots of glue to make a sandwich. (That's pretty much how I write, too. But hey, sandwiches are great, aren't they? Even if you have to look at the base idea of it.) Also known as a Thinker, Dreamer, Sleeper, and/or TalksTooMucher.

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Great piece. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ check the title though, shouldn't it be 'Wrathful'? ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘โค

Very nice....nice word swap too

Please ignore the 'wrathful' comment ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘โค

Love this ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜

@sammielee46 cheers ๐Ÿ˜˜

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