Sotto Poet's Word Bank Contest...11 June 25
Myriad of wired scenes consumes me Stained by Hades , shadows lurk Within a lunar widescreen of a dream--- Voices raking with madness...lost On phosphorus wisp of evening Despite frail light in the shade- Bleak visions cascade on damp floor Ghastly these shadows crawling Through serpentine weaves , as if To pluck my soul, their angst unreleased: I slither into deeper caves of dreams Rummaging my last trails of grace, My faith begging for prayers to lilt... Until my body wakes, rocking gently Changing macabre hours into twirls Of calm, a behest from morning god While I finally slay my own ghosts. 1st place
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