These low men
These vagrants
The tireless
Great coats and beady eyes
The fiends
They all
Their Legion
Steps down the cement
"Ruined their minds;
None left"
Oak panels they brush
The Good Doctor on his legs
White on white
the stains and their gaze
Indistinguishable
The Good Doctor wrenches his blade
Glass eye focused
Breathing the stale air
Cautionary verge
Dead eye on dead eyes
"Are you one of them."
Legion is upon,
tapping on hardwood
tapping on
These yellow skinned
They're crying
These tired
They're beating
These Ill
They're there
Dead eyes on dead eyes
These low men
These vagrants
The tireless
The fiends
Step up the cement













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I liked "the stains and their gaze/Indistinguishable".
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Thanks man!
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I like the way you wrote it.
For the line you wanted to change, "The stains and their gaze/indistinguishable," etc, do you think it would also work if it were "The stains match their gaze; indistinguishable"? I dunno, I just thought of it.
The third and fourth stanzas are my favourite. It's so ... evil feeling. I love love love it. The italicized lines really add to it, almost like a narrative conscious for the 'Good Doctor'.
This is so awesome. You should write more, because everything you do create is amazing.
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"Fiyero's capacity for evil is in believing too strenuously in a capacity for good."
"And yours?"
"Mine is in thinking in epigrams."
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