Haunted Dimensions… Day 6

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This one, was not from the earthly plain. This grim traveller, a death reaper that slipped dimensions from Xialria, had escaped his osmium restraints. Now it had set loose a firestorm. Intent to wipe existence of all that moved and breathed.

Bluish hues, indication of the Xialrian’s presence— covered the muddied rows of shallow ditches and lime-washed tombstones, laid on the left flank of the bloodied ridge. Saturated with phantoms forever in agitated slumber till extraction completed. Haunting… tainting… rap…p…p… where newborn Xialrian, death reapers emerge…

from inside poetic pages another presence lies in wait…
HAUNTED DIMENSIONS


“Cubits are in his curriculum,

building arks for animals, when the sun reappears the boy is the only
animal walking on dry land with a back made of flagellum.”

poetry and snippet from the poetry collection

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by: Roman Newell

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