Every midnight, the Piercer sharpens his spear

In his silver dungeon, down inside Earth’s deepest cave

A place too close to the boiling core

The heat presses against your eyelids

You can go blind

Your flesh will simmer

Only a piercer

Such as this Piercer

Can endure that heat.

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Every midnight, the Piercer sharpens his spear

He watches for his enemies with his eyes

His third eye, on the back of his head,

His fourth eye, on his oil-stained belly

And his blistered fifth, drooping, on his left thigh

Those eyes never blink

Not even once

And they whisper of hell

And in silence, they seem to laugh

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Every midnight, the Piercer sharpens his spear

Ties a tear-drenched ribbon to its end

Black, and still wet from the stolen memories

Candy-cane songs, rain-boot laughter

The smell of lemon flowers and chocolate leaves

Taken away, torn apart and ripped to shreds

Shreds! And pathetic ashes

The air is too thick that you will want to cry

When you suck in those dead things

You are numb

.

Every midnight, the Piercer sharpens his spear

He works in silence, his crooked arm and his

Layered skin, like putrid tree barks

Smelling of sweat and puke and bloody things

He sharpens his spear until it shines

Glows with an eerie light

Like greedy eyes in a mirror

.

Every midnight, the Piercer sharpens his spear

After he sharpens his spear

He admires it in his hand, and he

Leaves his cave, emerges,

Rides the next unfortunate cloud

Lurks in the sky like a ghost

Among the planets

Like a dark nebula

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Every midnight, the Piercer sharpens his spear

He wanders across the sky, his arm thrown back in full extension

His muscles flexed, gathering his strength,

To throw that spear

Aims

At all that is good

And he lets go

.

Letting go

Letting go

Letting it go

.

And that spear

Tears across a child’s dream

So innocent and sweet and infinite

Still warm from a lullaby

Now oozing gore

Bleeding bleached blue

Acidic fissures slicing across

Slicing across an entire world.

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An, entire, world.

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So every midnight

The Piercer sharpens his spear

And watches with his five eyes

That spear across the night sky

The flash of its blade

A wish’s demise

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The tail of a shooting star.