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Ghost in the DarkThe poor dumbshit was totally unaware of his presence. Unaware of the intensely focused eyes locked on him, unaware that he was already drawing his last breaths.
You did not mock the Midnight Shadow. You did not mock his cause. You did not stand in his way, because if you did, you were silenced. Forever.
There was an eight million dollar bounty on his head right now. He hated how this idiot had turned him into a prize, just something to be hunted. He hated the mans inconsistency, his double loyalties. He hated how he underestimated him, how he disgraced him in front of his subordinates.
He slowly slipped from his cover under the skeletal branches of a fallen pine and stepped onto the packed dirt of the trail. His long coat flicked once in the night wind as he started noiselessly toward the stone steps that were hacked in the side of the steep slope.
His mark turned, evidently feeling something unpleasant in the air. He froze, and his sharp eyes detected the very slight
Random PoemSkimming the waves of a silent sea
Turning quiet circles above the edge of night
Forever gilded in the sunlight
Above the border of perception
Above the place where earthly notions
Pierce the heavens
Lost comfortably in a world of unfettered thought
In a wilderness of dreams
Formless, I change at will
I am what suits my mood
Fangs, claws and wings?
Hooves, mane and tail?
Do I drop from night
On fantastic foes?
Do I run free
In fabled, endless fields?
Entire stories dug from silent tombs
Inspired by snatches of music,
By a glance on the street
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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