'Our Kind (One of)'

Sought the finest, in goddess; entreat, enslave, surpass or match. Mayhap fall ’neath the sway of their, shapely slender shadows.

We are those, the devils march’ed; fleeting seems our company.

Content oft-‘nough; walk alone, no time to spare monot’ny.

Strike a flare ’midst secret days, brighten up to hallow; these dark places lain between, the worlds the remnant know.

Should one be freed unto the cause of, such grand state as love then; so shall the eight that remain, tumble home like dom’noes.

'Our Kind (One of)'

Laszlo Totka

Sydney, Australia

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