Verbum Bellum
words, words, words
thrown at the wall for naught
clever syntax catchy rhyme scheme
hapless cadence letters caught
grappl'd with a muse
dusty finger crackled keys
a screen fills up with empty
prostrate mindflow webbing knees
staring at resistance
heart cold hunter pupil dark
talon raked out golden gorgets
inspiration miss'd its mark
as an eye grows jaundiced
gimlet squinting at the dawn
another pass beyond the ether
inkwell'd worlds both here and gone
as a helm grows weary
laid heavy onto mossy glen
one last thrust at cruel Erato
spent and protstrate lay down pen.
Copyright © Andrew Foreman | Year Posted 2014
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