Barren Branches of a Willow Tree Die
Barren branches of a willow tree die
Barren branches of a willow tree die
As I conjure the fallen soul of man.
A flood of firefly light the night sky,
A meteor shower of sinners lost.
I command the spirit to enact my plan
With scant regard for what it may cost.
Dour dim light cascades slowly as I sign
Away my soul for dominion over all I scan.
Limitless power poisons all in time,
I am doomed, no light left in the soul I damn.
12/06/2018
Laura Loo’s rhyme contest
Copyright © Jeff Kantor | Year Posted 2018
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