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Dreaming in the winding streets,
The beggar plays his violin,
His dog sits haggard next to him
As serpents writhe for lack of heat

In the shadowed valleys of a troubled mind,
The dark is banished by a single light
So free of vice, so purely right…
And the madman’s silent screams unwind

For far away, in a murdered wood,
In the darkened ruin a fountain plays,
And the serpent’s tail so slowly strays
From the shadowed valleys in search of good

There’s no pure good in these winding streets;
Troubled dreams alone can live that lie.
The dog lets out a long, pained cry,
And the shadows writhe for lack of heat.





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Love.Hate.Passion. said...
Aug. 5, 2011 at 10:50 pm

Mind.Blown.

Again.

You write such interesting , creative, odd poetry.

I enjoyed reading this and am happy to say I was not creeped out.

:)

 
StrangeJade This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 5, 2011 at 11:10 pm
Whoo! I didn't creep anyone else out! :)
 
Garnet77 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 2, 2011 at 1:40 am
Definitely creeped me out. But still very well written. You had beautiful word choice, and this feels like it would be a nightmare. :)
 
StrangeJade This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 2, 2011 at 12:50 pm
Thanks! :) Yeah, it's pretty creepy...but it rhymes. Hooray for insomnia poetry! :P
 
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