PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

We dwelt for a time in the land of stolen faces.

As thieves and writers of dangerous prose.

Yet never cautious in our approach,

nor subtle in our manor.

The heretics-THE HERETICS!

We wore the slur with pride

and kept true only the emotion

of opposition.

But the apostasy of the few

only has meaning when there are

defining moments,

deeper understanding

and recognizable truth.

The road from that place

leaves scars worth nothing

and our penance leaves

bloody footprints.