Rasputin

Unsavory marksman of the hidden promise, maker of real driven, ancient, masking death,
Spells cast upon your unholy church, in the midst of Russian winter, beyond length and breadth,
Follow us to this day when it's dark and rainy outside and we're beyond our worldly breath,
Follow us straight on into the grave with a shallowness in each and every burdensome step,

Silvery Rasputin like images shelved in the solemn body of this, my singular reminisce,
Ye reflect a vanilla difference from the cold Russian darkness, to it's deathly, unholy bliss,
Chained in rust, kept down, held tightly like a snake coiled, shouting it's resounding stinging hiss,
Ye shadow us to this day Rasputin in your dark night - with your bold resounding negativeness.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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Another brilliant piece!!!

IamwhoIam1,

I'm so very deeply touched by your words. And, always, allow that send my love.

Be well Princess, and, thank ye,

tommy boy moran / Ireland