My requiem of misery, you have to see it to believe, til now it had been unforeseen, tales of terror and undeniable woe, will have to change the names so nobody goes loco, lullaby shadows shower and quake, i may be too bad even for my own sake, the dark arts dressed up as ginger bread houses, a soul blackened til Hunter green dance in unison in linen blouses, tumultuous turmoil on bended knee confrontation my meditation like the Bee’s knees, love my only medication til my heart bleeds, a transmorgification tick tocking away from exasperation til it bursts in celebratory elation
Poem #3
Published by Brigitte af Transmorvica
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