The Golden Age
Craft the world that be a stage
Vibrant vines in poisoned ivy
Creeping up these walls...
Watermarks pointing towards
Their progression; this thirst
Upon your knees please
Then you can read; except ?
Washing away the taste
A tear to soothe their numb
Release this becoming...
Make-up; lights camera action
That's a wrap; then, fade to black.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2012
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