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The Rat Crown

The world turns away
the hourglass sand stays
in the bottom
I am tired you see, of my sleep
and the nightmares that bleach
away pleasure
I am pensive and worry
that my dreams scratch and scurry
like a rat crown in a pipe of all endings

Tails knotted as one
pull in each direction they come
to see getting nowhere and steer
in a nightmare unending in fear
a circle verminous there
even the rat catcher can fail in his sending

Candle light flicker
in their eyes the dark liquor
of plague meat rotting become
malignant squeak in my walls
Secret rustle and sick stench
as my thoughts sudden wrench
away from my shiver writing tales

Putrid lies that are told
as with bodies so cold
crowned with reason unknown
death like dreams that will own
death like dreams that are sown
entwined wisdom welcome or not

The stench of fear can be brought
Think ye fear can be caught
both death and rat crowned
and in life reason resound
yellow teeth wind you round
pestilent wish that your reason you sought
This merits your life now so short.

The Rat Crown

Kenart

Joined January 2008

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Legend of a collection of rats tied together by the tails

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