Yet
Revenge seeker,
Ravage orchard.
You speak
Upon the coppice;
One grows:
You cruelest.
Longing,
Yearning,
See.
For you seethe
Blushing song,
You are
Blood:
You belong.
You kill,
And shrill
Sparkle
And gleam,
Until,
Real
Senseful
You seem.
Copyright © Chris Roe | Year Posted 2009
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