Release the Fiery Fiends

Foxes give chase
the imagination melts like snow

The endless onslaught

Straight as the arrow in flight

The stone head does not know it's target

The archer sends him forth 

On his way

Fast like death 

Light, like the twitch of a bird

The well crafted arrow

Riding on through the wind

With the mark of his maker

I am let loose 

Forward is the way

On to my dying day

The anti-job

Tone in Georgia in Frog Town

Meg

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Separation