Prancing Through Midnight Fire
Prancing through midnight fire
I called my soul to surrender
She laughed
Diabolically
Shocked at my daring
and my failure to train myself
even in death, I pulled out the big guns
Plastering her with truth in leaden forms
She refused to comply
Making me angry, but also
infuriating me, as I was losing her respect
Which was the only thing I thought I would have in the end
Silly me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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