Behold,
An army of invisible spirits doth march across my mortal frame,
Prickling and tickling as though the star themselves hath conspired to test my patience.
By the trembling light of heaven and the thunder of my unwavering resolve,
I proclaim unto the skies and all who wander beneath them;
I am beset by a most curious torment....
A divine itch that calls forth my hand like a knight summoned to battle,
PRAY,
Grant me victory over this vexing enchantment
Lest I scratch my way into legend
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Author:
Brian Otucho (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
The wording and theme of this poem reads as though it were legend already. A fave
I render thee most sincere thanks for thy gracious witness. It pleaseth me well that these lines have found favor in thy sight.
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