The Scryers – Mitchell David Ring (The Light is On)

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Stand and speak in tongues of fire

stories of the last flame in this desert world

laid to ruin when the many waters receded

and its fertile valleys filled with dust and sand

Now dimly glows the flame as darkness comes

and the winds blow bitter cold to snuff it out

Melted wax pools reflect the dying light

and the scryers crawl forth to gaze beyond

into prophecy of a broken sky and raining blood

New life from clouds that hang as the corpses

of many worlds fallen into one

collected now among the wandering dunes of this desert

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Ever had your fortune read? What did they tell you?

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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