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Nameless

A gnawing fear has its teeth in my hopes

An existential horror

The moth who beats within the skull

Imagined eyes...Pulsing wings...Shifting shapes...Tethered dreams

Anomalies

Into nights circle we fly until the fires enjoys us

Where the lights are bright and the eyes are watchful

I tether myself to the everyday

I must advance my purpose

My breath fogs

My eyes grow soft

I too, wish to know about honor

Each Hour has its colour but colour exists only where there is light

I will go where none may roam though it bleaches me to glass

I must see beneath the skin

Whatever the cost

Glory visits The House Without Walls

He is not merciful

But first, and always

He illuminates