Fire and Bone, Flesh and Stone
Pieces of Wood, Executioner's Hood
Goat's Horn, Bucket of Corn
Pot of Weeds, Dark Deeds
One of White Flowers,
One of Dark Powers
Stomach's Gut, Cigarette's Butt
Truth and Eyes, Death and Lies
Crow's Foot, Dead Wood
Dark Lord Sits, Damons Stood
Eyes Watched, Some were Shut
Piggish Screams, Baby's Dreams
Little One on The Altar,
Some Men did Not Falter
Blood Knife... Gleams,
Good Guys... Screams
White tries to overcome the Hurdle,
But... Baby dies in open throat Gurgle.
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{ We are all but Flowers,
Growing in our own sadness and Sorrow... }
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i really liked the rhythm of this, it's very engaging, i like it how your poems are all of a different style. yet all the ones i have read have been rather dark.. and i like it, i really enjoy reading your work
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