To every season

There is a dim fire

lit behind reptilian eyes

cold like the dawn

biting like the wind.

Come and come

grown beyond the seasons need

tasting bitter

biting back.

Hear me? Hear ME!

Darkness eats the echos.

Strong men wither,

driven forth into the wilding future.

None shall discern 

madness from truth

or seeds from a rotting tooth.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am fearful

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"Darkness eats the echoes." The poet who made the sound that reverberated and vanished is still vibrant and making noise yet. Where'd ya go?


Time to write again. If you plant a seed under a filling, will one reap plaque and calcium fruit? Just wondering? :D