Alexander Zalan Poems

One's mind as parchment of the sages,
Equivocally vanquished lore,
Relinquished, tethered ink in cages,
Has once again unsheathed the gore.
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The barrens of relinquished heroes,
The forlorn whimsy of the myths,
The mirth and ruth of paltry widows,
Have vanquished realms from the cliffs.
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Roaming abysmal, tarnished corners,
Divulging masks of gore and truth,
Recumbent, banished, bashful mourners,
Elicit rudimental ruth.
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Compelled to dwell in fragrant haze,
Of banished whimsy and derision,
Grotesque and so uncanny daze,
Surmounts eternity's collision.
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The gale of rampant, fragrant haze,
Impetuous and so obscure,
Transpires into protruding maze,
With omnipresent, peevish lure.
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Through trail so intricate and trite,
Intrepid march of callous wails,
Ceases abundance to contrite,
To don and scatter gushing hails.
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Recumbent fractures of remorse,
A vaguely stuttering incline,
The gore of dire and vain discourse,
As incarnation of the vine.
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Whenever shards adorn abyss,
Of flamboyance and truce within,
The cufflinks of the chink dismiss,
A lucid trail on ice so thin.
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Among the cinder of the fallen,
To subjugate the clamour stale,
Conjuring lavish, rigid pollen,
Foreshadowing obtrusive gale.
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Through eerie ambuscade of mind,
Distorting tarnished prophet's scope,
The volatile and so inclined,
Is whimsy of a sumptuous hope.
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