Emeralds
Freezing.
Cold.
Numb.
Murder.
Hammer feels remarkably crimson
Brown trees, clean, sway in the chilly breeze.
Dark emeralds dance in the distance,
Snow, white pure, gods above
Resolve, shatters, fears seep in
Twilight dominion.
The fool slams the hammer and dares to ask why?
Just an opinion...
A crack of bone
Something dies a little at a time.
Crimson splashes on high.
The tree was rotting at the core
The wind dies as the ice creeps
The hammer is down deep in the flesh
Bright crimson, the blue sky shown
Murdering
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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