Poet Tellaferro Poet Rhyme

A Black Dress

We dream of reason 
A dry season
a setting of the western sun
A dark wraith 
a bold hold of hands-on high
A reason for the gun
A black dress in the white west 
bold hold and driven apart 
a season in the son we dream of the white west 
of biter treason burning in the one 
the way of the gun
A black house in the middle of Russian 
a gold stallion on the eastern shore
we bore the war of the rest a dry quest 
in the setting of the sun 
the dying of humanity 
a dry season on the western earth 
a reason we grow old 
the white waste 
the bitter taste 
the rage of the one 
the reason for the gun 
a black house in the middle of oblivion 
a mansion of many rooms 
a white dress drifts in its halls 
cast shimmering liquid lights upon hallow walls 
the movement of the sea the dreamer dreaming 
deep in the ancient ocean depths 
a dry season of the western Runs,
a hand holds bold in the death of one 
a reason for the gun 
a bloody dress and black crest 
a sword of dominion 
stained by truths healing hand 
the bold grows old 
in the white west 
the dominion of one 
the white west 
the black house 
the talons reach deep inside 
heal the lovers as love is lost 
kill the king, as it carries me off 
on raven wings 
a white dress the reason for the son 
drives me onto my knees 
a silent plea
Of a black dress worn by my empress
The gun is hot in my hand my blood runs cold
In my conquered lands.
I see her drift down deep in fear 
the animal inside
What have I done
What has begun
A crimsons stain on a white dress 
In the middle of the room
I feel the coming doom. 
A white house
A red stain
In times like these
I watch her down, falling 
Down 
Deep is the reason for the gun...

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