Corwin Donovan Poet Rondeau

Black Abysmal Below

Black abysmal below now waits
Sifting the nuisance, traits of hate
Grave is the door, stairs mold from dirt,
The demon slinging scythe for work,
Face upon face laughing at fate

Perverse ill be, for you to sate
Tempting inside, tempting this mate,
For now we lay nude upon earth 
Into the black abysmal below

Heart in hand we shall migrate,
No rush, yes we can be late
Last ecstasy, last for a first
Enjoying time given for mirth,
Now lets travel keeping this date
Into the black abysmal below.


(2017)

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S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri August 6, 2017 at 11:57 AM Ooh haunting. Dark mirth here. Awesome rhyme scheme too. I grin at how u say, ' no rush we can be late'. Hah. Black abyss down below. Afterlife hopefully. Thumbs up. Pls do write your thoughts about my latest poem too, under it. Corwin Donovan August 6, 2017 at 1:19 PM Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed it.