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Behind the Grin by Ranke LidyekBEHIND THE GRIN
Silence
I can hear the moment
the spirits moving under ice
The requisite cloak that I wear...
The shroud
Just what are you looking for?
What did you expect?
In the moonlight
another down the street
smiles as we meet
doffs his hat
Fangs and darkness
motes in the eye of God
I have come
to gather children with a song
stolen from a banshee's lips
You flicker in the night
come to me
I am fire in the fields
born to reap
I am more than what the myth would suggest
I am servant to the thirst and the mist
My legendary touch,
tenderness
I know what its like
take my gift
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