Storm in Force
Summer troopers storm in force.
The fire they breath
is rotten to the source.
Can’t you see the hidden door
that leads you to
the mystic core.
My mind plays tricks
with less it seems.
The dream you feed
is death to me.
Pour in your gold
the whores and more
who never think
of any lord.
What find you in
your winter’s den,
the fever grips,
the rumor meant.
Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2024
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