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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

ecargo 25-Apr-06/9:14 AM
I love the first line, but the rest of the first verse seems a little high minded for barbarians (quips and angels and the like). Maybe it's too many video games, but I wanted more violence (not necessarily overt).

Second verse--really like the "disguise in crowded colors," the swirling, shadowy melee you invoke--fire and smoke and color and movement. Good stuff, Mac. If you could bring verses one and two closer in feeling/movement, this would be ace.




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