The Rage In the rage, I cut my shape in granite skies, With horns twisted and skyward In the rage, I stand like a gnarled cathedral Wrought with hot hammers and tongs. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related 2 thoughts on “The Rage” Add yours Nice capture of the antlers in the darkness. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks Autumn! LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.
Nice capture of the antlers in the darkness.
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Thanks Autumn!
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