Sanguinity
Mystique mist shrouds
the penultimate pathway
to the time future obscure;
in twilight hour transient
sunset swansong resonates;
forlorn life spent,
silhouetted still
against the sunk skyline somber.
Twirling turmoil threads
weave morbid motif
of passion cloud,
surging with sensuous storm
to the dark horizon,
ornate once with halcyon hues,
tinting chameleon chimera
the yearning canvas ablaze;
from its burnt relic
ashes fly away.
Splintered hope shards,
adrift on despondent drift
of melted fervor,
flow in tear stream;
the remnant rays of resurgence
survive still in
sparkling sunrays,
not pallid yet;
designs the last lattice latent
of tapestry of dream,
drapes the sanguinity of listless life.
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July 19, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Contest No 1209
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