Beatrix Macabre Poet Free verse

Salvage A Whir

Stair carefully dear into the unknown abyssal void.

Pier was once past and now rotted and rictus, petrified.

Hue manatee threaded ten den and garnet.

Ruby teardrops and crimson Damascus drips droplets,

like a leak key faucet in the dead of night.

Scarlet necklace four by one who did sow much,

kismet of my bloodlust and neck crow man sea.

Fools are all burning with me now, how kris pea.

Cerberus let me pass for free or dye dog,

he growls but I remain steadfast and waltz threw.

Welcome to my finally fore Hades is dead,

only pan door ah re mains.

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Candide Diderot May 30, 2024 at 1:54 AM now read it backwards. ah, the mystery of a poem. Candide Diderot May 30, 2024 at 1:58 AM "Stair carefully dear into the unknown abyssal void..." Candide Diderot May 30, 2024 at 1:56 AM when I was around 11, walking along a beach very early in the morning with a group of other children (+ 1 adult), hmm must have been around 6.30am Summer (Australia), Tellebudgera, around the corner surfside, we came across the dead carcass of a Manatee, bloodless no bloody conjealed sand, obvs' the crime committed in the Ocean, its head had been severed (there was no head), more than likely human intervention (speed boats), not a shark. Your poem triggers and invokes.