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Kintsugi Poets Society BlogHop - Day 8: A Parting Poem...

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Kintsugi Poet Society BlogHop

 

Broken memories. Twisted dreams.

Shattered hopes. Tortured screams.

 

These elements have given birth to a new society of dark poetry…

 

KINTSUGI POETS SOCIETY

Turning dark cracks & broken fragments into golden seams of poetry

 

So come join us…

In the darkness…

If you dare.

 

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 Kintsugi Poets Society BlogHop - July 21st to 28th 2013

 

 

Today is the last day of the Kintsugi Poets Society Grand Launch Bloghop of Dark Poetry – 21st July to 28th July, where we, Kintsugi members, have posted dark poetry on our blogs and the Kintsugi Poets site

There'll be more dark poetry to come from the Kintsugi Poets of course, but I'll leave you today with a poem that hasn't really made it into my forthcoming musical story/album The Calling (which forms the back-story to my supernatural horror/thriller novel The Dark Horde). You see there's already been three versions of the album produced over the years, with different tracks and musical composers, and some tracks have seen six or more versions... But the final (i.e. released) version won't include the following words, once again those of Henry Wilcox as he records his final words and tells of what is to come... 

 

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TESTIMONY

 

To know the future

Is to know the horror to come

To know what stalks us

Calling from the darkness inside

 

How do I explain

The forces that words can’t describe?

Who can believe me

And stop them before it’s too late?

 

These words I speak, these things I feel

I want you to understand, and see it is real

My will grows weary, strained is my breath

All that’s left now is to wait for…

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