Dye
Dye then the times to phobias mad,
Yellow bleeds more of demon fears;
Extreme craze chimes in cryptic fad.
Dance stirs the core in death of cheer,
One phantom gears worry's grand fest;
No one can sleep with bestial slide,
Abide in fear sheer fatal jest;
Love weeps most deep as falsehood rides,
Decay floods zest of rancid feel;
Trust truth to know a horror show,
Rust corrodes best as fiend brute wills;
Urge fear to grow a rotten glow,
Mindless attacks on a grand scale,
Ply lying tact that now avails.
Leon Enriquez
10 November 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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