No Grace
The lightning, it was over-bright
White teeth in snarl, she had no grace,
as she tossed his head, from great height!
The lightning it was over-bright,
for it revealed, that ghostly sight,
smashed bones protruding from his face!
The lightning, it was over-bright.
White teeth in snarl, she had no grace...
For Julia Ward's Triolet Contest
Written June 21, 2016
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016
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