Blackened I

Wings,
springs and metallic Strings
flesh and bone;
Nails...
In stone.
Sliver shone;
On Blackened Sand death has ran…
Skulls and auto things; blood and sweat...
Blue tears flown
across a desert of Red;
Alone.
Death had ran
under a dark sun
with wings made 
of Sting and Metallic Springs!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021



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