Priority Prime
Priority, thy possession?
Primer, coat the prize?
Plight, blight, bane, ban, thy passion!
Pine trees? Fine eyries...
Ghoul in ancient armies?
He surely battle seeks?
Dole and duress, pass en prise!
Lentil, call the leeks...
Tumultuous tempest, toss!
Dynamite the dross!
O for painters without gloss!
Lyrics lament loss!
Folly? Well, gosh golly!
Blessed are the dead!
Hang high, Yule-rite holly!
Coffins line with lead!
Soul of wizard, thy blizzard!
Blossom, mandrake, here!
Copyright © Chris Jensen | Year Posted 2025
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