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Jordan C. Lewis
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don't you move til morning comes
the devil has you in his sleep,
that fleeting feeling of doubtful reason
gives him home in flesh and deep
in bone, and gone, he gave you wings
and you flew away

don't you dig beneath the tree,
where crooked hearts and minds all stay
that poison fruit of Adam's own
he ate it's heart and there he lay
bleeding, loving, holding on praying
for his final day

don't you dare return it home
hell fire'll blaze in your wake
no man a fool to touch your skin
to it he shall become a slave
to task your debts and deeds and leave
a shell in the hay

all of us,
wolves in man
cry in heed to the final plan
kill us all,
kill us all
set us free
back home we go
to the crescent creed

i say
all of all
us wolves in man
we howl in heed to the final plan
kill us all,
kill us all
open the cage
back home we go
to that ivory stage

and don't you move til morning comes
we will have you in our sleep
take back our fangs, our tongues and reason
bury you in thoughts so deep
you drown in bone and flesh and blood
spare your wings
so you'll fly
away
Skinwalker's Ballad
The story of an innocent women turned succubus who then  turned her many lovers into lycanthropes. Something fun for me to do, it is alot different than what I usually write.
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just trying to find myself
in need,
a body to hold,
things to wrap myself around.
keys, an old coffee mug
that black notebook

it took me a few
full moons to realize
that there is poetry in everything
and just like me
all words are just trying to find
their way home

back to the wild

alone

potent and undiluted
in solitude and fortitude
promising to remain unloved,
a treaty, a pact

of custody,
consigning, cordially
through these lines on skin,
in dirt and on paper
I am not my own anymore
rub your eyes,
find morning
in your hands
in the sugar
in your coffee, sprinkled,
missing
ego torn and locked in your hair
do not feed it,
it is already
obese, on the verge of dying
sleeping. I never closed my eyes,
wrapped in vertigo,
I fell towards you
not for.
our foreheads touched,
our minds opened and then it was just.
bright, orange,
sunrise

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:iconfrozenjinga:
FrozenJinga Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2014  Student General Artist
Did you get a message from an IzzyTasha?
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TheStoyTeller Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
yeah I just ignored it
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:iconfrozenjinga:
FrozenJinga Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2014  Student General Artist
Alright.
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SongandFury Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Just wanted to add: The fact that your last name on here is C. Lewis is utterly thrilling--even if it is just a pen name.   That is all. And, in the words of Sting, "I'll be watchin' you." ^^
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TheStoyTeller Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
haha why is that?

but thank you  so much for the support! It is greatly appreciated. haha :)
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