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Occult
Lying in this darkened, musty room
the shamans rite fortells my doom
a liars fortune in his palms
my death struck from the wisemans palms.
Symbols etched into the white
his occupation stealing mental sight
another coin buys my time
another future in my mind.
The shaman mumbling incantations
of the grave diggers first cremation
calling magic from the flames
culling power from beasts untamed.
Another roll, phlanges cast
he laughs this night may be my last
so drink to health that evades
ones whove rotten luck in spades.
One way to break fates waiting curse
is to find salvation through rebirth
and steal the soul of counterparts
that reside in everdark.
I'll begin my journey with this letter
in case my life never betters
walking down this path alone
guided by broken prayer bones
searching for a newfound home.
I like this one, it hits
I like this one, it hits home. I feel as though I'm the one in the poem because I experienced something so similar to this.
thanks! Always nice to find
thanks! Always nice to find yourself through others.