Sunday, April 24, 2022

mighty mortal

 the sounds of the enemy

hammer my soul,

my heart makes

beating thunder

on the morrow.

when the sun rises

every blessed virtue

becomes torn asunder,

when the red light wavers

i see terrible, deadly summers...

the first and last of every

supper; glimmer ghostly

scheduled parties.

love something fierce strongly

in the final show

act iii, after

the crescendo.

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