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in the halls of darkness
where old armors rotted
like the nonsense of prescriptive literatures that had been contextual only to their time
opened a hallway of gold
that men and women
could not set their feet upon the floor
for fear of laying sordid
in their own mental parameters
for at the end
there lay massive tales of blood
lazily and caked with hair
upon a doorway sign
that said only "Excuse."

wild animals scurried in and out
like habit without clockwork
and the sign of an eye
lay shot at and beaten
into the gold of stone
resting as some indominable hallway
because believe me
we lost our brothers and sisters
so we would not leave it's signage unscathed
as the cowards with pale memory were wont to do
when they heard the machines ticking and chortling
in great clatter
as they approached with weak raised limb
the end of their lives.

what lay beyond the hall
could only be described
by the woman who lived without fear
and walked tested by moonlight shivers
through dreadful swamps of history
down that pattered gold
and out in the open air
past the cockroach machinery
and through an empty field
into the utter bliss of Death
that approached like white light sans heat
to denote her footprints and dance
but not upon the lines of literature
nor in the echoes of dead song,
through only a matter
of golden note and cello
harmonious like the Universe's center
a golden tree placed their in commemoration
of her archer's bravery
that flew straight with an arrow
to the slick sweet end.