THE MOOR
Stuck in this dance I cannot win
The Moor keeps pulling me down
Deeper and deeper I’m being sucked in
As my feet can no longer touch ground
Breathlessly and in vane I strive
As flying demons circle above
Never oh never this way should one die
Had I only more time to love
Urgency screaming inside my head
An answer to cries never comes
Steadily sinking, sinking, sinking
My heartbeat becomes a drum
Rhythm unfolded, unsheathed, unclad
Naked my fear weaves before me
A panic of tears of sorrow is sown
Now broken the beast drawing near me
Subsiding the beating no longer the ringing
So sweet the euphorian wings
Swoop down upon me enveloped my rapture
The Moor has decided this thing
Kevin Parish 
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