Blood Moon Kryptonite
Love is sight of the rising blood-
m o o n kryptonite. AS
Crumbling words of lies dying
clashing blades as knives
through the dark -- the Soul
pries wide my mouth with spears
filling my pounding heart with
rejoice as scorn and defying
peace wrestle GIANT FEAR
into all opposing darkness!
:: 03-12-2019 ::
E.P. Robles (c) 2019
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2019
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