henceforth on the run,
a short cloven lateral
moors the erasures
of mailed cohorts,
mirage as an assassin
lanterns lowly wick,
an amulet shone
to the shadow of a dove,
the moon’d road a scroll
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ayaladn 
Very nice. Love the cadaneces and though truncated :), images clear as a bell. I especially liked your middle stance. It tasted good on the tongue.>KB
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Long time from post to post…perhaps,
I did imagine a spearhead.
But, ah, the soft abrupt obscurance…
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