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Second Line Follows

Poetry By: devilrod

Can it converge at the point?

Submitted:Jul 27, 2008    Reads: 87    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

Seed inside the sweet succubus

awaiting the dawn


while, oh while wrapped in warmth.

A virtual frenzie of systems in overdrive,

to accomplish greater magick.

A miracle in space and time colliding with nature.

The cave is vibrating.

Crystaline walls shiver with anticipation.

The first gasp is inhaled with stiffening continence,

as sweat beads, and trickles down...

And down.

And for a brief moment...


In cataclysmic slow-motion,

the earth itself collapses.

A torrent of life force being exorcised

from the whole of her being.

From the base of her spine.

Fire bathes.

The new one, now aware,

is fighting for breath, for life.

Tears drip into the blood.

A flood.


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