Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Self
Arms wrapped, throw, ragged
Draped around and wisped
and whiskered, lakeside held,
Spellbound as Sol awakens, raises
Hell's inferno skyward, out, and
Shreds the mist of Xanadu, I see
I'm home again, I wander in,
and through.
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