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The Way of Monsters (Free verse) by MacFrantic
When I'm destroying sunsets
I can hear the angels calling
Falling oft from lips a-drawling
Little drips and quips installing
In my mind a mindless matter
Scatters priceless indiscretion
I need mention my intention
When the wrench of my contention
Stops the fears forever turning
Burning smoke for curls concerning
Something with of which I know
The way of monsters we do row
I disguise in crowding colors
Concupiscent ghosts approaching
Broaching drams of swirling drink
Where monsters short of shadows slink
Devilish unrivaled fever
Casts a masquerade of sun
For fun and fortune's play
Melee I leave upon this day
Dismay has clasped a frozen fist
On wisps of sunset that I missed
Come now hell or come high fire
Mired in spells of spite inspired
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