Escapade

6/1/15 Some stress had stayed During the escapade Usually my very best was gave Even when chess was played Below a stretch of shade I ran into the next brigade But continued on as a renegade Before I had another glass of lemonade I finally met the grave And my flesh decayed Because all was set to fade It was soon known There was no tombstone Or runestone Just a moonstone Above the remaining few bones And beside a lady talking on a new phone As my soul continued to roam Across blades of fine grass The time passed In my mind fast While another lady sipped out of a wine glass The light flashed Above a window with a slight draft By: Dalton Ogletree