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written by: Jack Wolfe Frost
@JackWolfeWriter
Steely moves the slitted glare
The eyes that burn and demons dare
Of deathly nights and gutted spires
That taunt old men of lost desires
Torn dreams lurk in eyes of blood
And silent stealths the man in hood
Who rips and tears and death fulfills
The reaper wins and psyche chills
Your time is come he swiftly kills.
Jack Wolfe Frost
Jack Wolfe Frost is the Eternal Rebel; he rebels against everything which may have the word “rules” or “behave” within it, whether explicit or implicit. Born in Sheffield, UK, in 1956; he first started writing in 1982, as a hobby--dreaming that perhaps one day he might try and publish something. In his working life, he has enjoyed success in many diverse areas, including running his own company twice. Now older and wiser, he has once again taken pen to paper--looking for conformity to smash and rules to break…
