If I
O quatrain, if I would, could you?
Aren't we fancy-free?
Bolt, shock through! O baby blue!
Firewalk with me!
Ravine behind, seen in dreams?
Houses of the old.
Tend thy garden on the beam!
Terror, strike them cold...
Fateful is thy fury?
O Furies, what ye think?
Blizzard spend in flurries!
O dragon, fire the brink!
Fates Three, Muses Nine, thy tine?
Dark fire, won't you shine.
Glisten, wound in back! O brine;
Vampires love to dine...
Torments of the damned? Thy home.
Let out on the loam.
Thunder, roll above the dome!
Black bound bell and tome!
Doom, loom over. Recompense.
Golem, get ye hence.
Death-flame burning, are ye dense?
What then would we sense?
Wren, wind. O wilderness, weak week?
Will, burst. Waning moon.
Plaque o'er door, just give a peek.
Blight them, my buffoon...
Copyright © Chris Jensen | Year Posted 2025
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