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Wraith of His Realm [45]

Wraith of His Realm

         brought to you by the letter R and puce, the color of a fading bruise

Rumbles kept him alive,
reminded him what remained of todays,
presents he rejected.
He reminisced of once being ten,
the _____ he could not recollect.
Even that... had been repossessed.
Rigid, he sat at a window
stared at a river raging over rocks
heard the rhythm of the roads
floating over flat roofs
up to where he rested
secure in his corner,
the Wraith of His Realm,
afraid of going out.

© Kåre Enga (22.april.2017) [174.45]

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