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Creation re-strung by nightmares
each night he searches for light in his dreams.
Life has conquered death,
claimed it all and took it back.
The wind he rode
blows over the reeds.

All was quiet
in the woods that night.
Just the low babble of a creek...
but from the mud and mossen bog
towards lonely homes that time forgot
a form is shifting in between the trees

where the earth lies fertile and untouched,
and specters rise up from the rot,
and shadows march
down passages between the pines
with wills that triumph over minds
and matter.

His eyes are windows to his soul -
shattered glass in darkened holes.
The wind he rode sings between the trees.

Where people walk he hides away,
where the sun shines he seldom strays.
Just watches through the willows and the haze.
In open doors, in darkened halls,
still on the ground as the rain falls
he fades.

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from Worse Things Waiting, released February 28, 2022

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Carlton Heston Atlanta, Georgia

If you're reading this - Gods of the Dead is the good one. Listen to that first if you're going to listen to anything on here. It's actually pretty solid.

Atlanta Monsters' Ball is also nice.

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