Freak
Can you hear the demon's cry amidst the swirling galant sky,
Churning 'fore Beholder's eye,
While I ponder pale and weak.
Gentle sway and kitten napping, flippant ease and wings a flapping,
Kissing couples, fingers tapping,
Hungry belly So I seek.
Longing days of autumn breath, keening cries and Lament's, death,
Serpentine and Godly Seth,
Seduction fully at its peak.
Wonder why the streaming brooks, bubble babble as it looks,
Squawking hens amidst the rooks,
Through the fingers it shall leak.
Darkness folding over yonder, while I sit here Pale and ponder,
I can think of nothing fonder,
Like the raven's cackling beak.
So say I you patient people, as the fingers poise and steeple,
Fickle banter spitting feeble,
Do you think me but a Freak?
No I say, Just educated.
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