Death Wreaths
Sleep in your eye's
Crumbles like Pie
Upon fresh sunrise dawing
On garden awning
And it can't protect in all directions
As the Sun moves full circle
When the Dead turn Purple
And come the flower Wreaths wilt
Full tilt into ashes and silt
Waving Farewell
Is the Heart's call
To rage against Hells machinery
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2019
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