Even the Wicked
Shivering tinder, blazing breath.
Words whispered by ember’s death.
The last gasp of the risen;
slowly falling unto tomorrow’s shadow.
Sleep comes even,
to the wicked.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2014
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