I woke to a world that had lost its stars,Neon suns hummed where lanterns once sparked.The wind, a cruel whisper from centuries past,Like the frost of 1809’s cruel grasp. The streets were rivers of metal and light,Their growls and wails set my horse in fright.Hooves on pavement, a hollow sound,Where dirt and dust once kissed […]
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At dawn, I part with my little one’s smile,A fleeting warmth that lingers awhile.Through city streets, I tread alone,To where the river sings in undertone. The Hudson calls with a silver gleam,Muscota whispers like a distant dream.Through Fort Tryon’s ancient grace,Inwood’s trails, my heart’s embrace. The trees, the benches, the winding stone,In silence, they speak,
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He walks the streets, his head held low,A shadow where the neon glows.The watchers wait, the lines are drawn,One wrong step, and he is gone. They may barge through schools with heavy boots,Through halls where young dreams take their roots.His son, just nine, knows naught of fear,He only sees the sky so clear. “Astronaut,” the
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Beneath the blood-red evening sky,In 1809, where shadows lie,A lone rider forged of grit and flame,A specter known but without a name. His Colt speaks truths the tongue won’t dare,Its smoky whispers fill the air.An outlaw, a savior, the damned combined,A fractured soul, a fate unkind. Yet in his heart, a fire burned,For justice, his
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