Sweet Children
We sweet children
who came in from the storm
(smoke & lantern hung from roof-beam)
(lashed by frigid torrent; black moor)
came trembling to the foot of your chair
and your eyes flashed & flamed like Death
and you stared at the wall.
Copyright © Adam Black | Year Posted 2017
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