Seasoned Skies
Before my pen touches the parabolical page
I faintly feel a rapturous running rage
And as my words fly through space and time
They give me comfort as they rhythmically rhyme
About the evil, in the world, I must write
Along with Love within tenebrous twilight
For when in Love, beautiful or captiously cruel
We feed the ferocious fires with felonious fuel
Slowly the white page turns a ravenous red
For my blood and soul are surely bitterly bled
Meaningful messages thru seasoned skies
Ready for rainfall of cumulous countless cries.
May.13.2017
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