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By: Nathan Hill~

simple bardThe Keres come here every night,
to softly nip my ear.
They purr, “Sweet child, void of light,
sing words we long to hear.”
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They listen as their talons gleam,
along my slender throat.
Blood soaked feathers slick and warm,
become my sleeping coat.
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There is no need to quake in fear,
I love to play along.
It’s nice to have an audience,
that yearns to hear my song.
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I sing to them of Morning Star,
Leviathan and Baal.
The gravest deeds of devils dark,
by name I know them all.
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They coo and click to pull me close,
at serenades of death.
Raven eyes imploring me,
they hang on every breath.
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And every tune comes more corrupt,
than others sang before.
But last of all, the ballad black,
is what they came here for.
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It’s this they need, the sable tale,
that calls the sanguine sea.
They crave that which is darkest most,
so I now sing of me.
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© Nathan Hill. All rights reserved, 11 days ago