His name is Clancy,
and he lives in my mind.
He reminds me of necromancy,
and he's the reason why I am blind.
He once took my sight,
for his desire.
I still fight,
and fear his fire.
His black cape,
hiding his skull.
I can guess the shape,
of his beak so dull.
This character follows me,
and I hope people don't see.
I won't try to flee,
until he has the key.
The key for control,
and my worthless soul - so blind.
His name is Clancy,
and he lives in my mind.
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Rainthoughts [poetry]
Poetry[The best thing one can do when it is raining is to let it rain.] PART ONE OF THE THOUGHTS BOOKS. I write to clean my twisted mind. Here is a bit of my work. Feel free to let my words inspire and help you thinking about stuff. I am thankful for eve...
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