Apostate, Apostrophe
Apostate, apostrophe?
Faces in the crowd?
Scenes in plays, dramatic be!
Bury deep, O shroud...
Queens of high end greatness?
These exist, but are rare.
Golem, gold. Take thy best guess!
Could be anywhere...
Fair? Life? Dance upon my knife!
Hollow hills and strife.
Flickering like notes a-fife?
Raw roundabout rife...
Wife, thy furious temper-main!
Deep as ocean blue!
Vampire, best avoid that vein!
What the hell to do?
Lament? Over duress stark.
Cold core confuse call.
How indeed the day gets dark...
Placer soil of Saul...
What the heck has happened here?
What did I just write?
Prophet wisdom gets severe!
Fate, been feeling bright?
Light atop the high cliff face?
Hope for sparks apace.
Otherwise be-fevered chase!
Crushed in carapace...
Copyright © Chris Jensen | Year Posted 2025
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