The World Rose
The world sneezed,
the demon danced
—the music stopped in time
The world coughed,
the demon choked
—millions now entwined
The world hid,
the demon searched
—new victims running low
The world rose,
the demon dead
—nowhere left to go
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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