Faeren's Poems Poet Free verse

Wrongteous Rights

The shadows are as yellow 
As bloom as the grey
As dark as the meadow
As gloom as the wave
As light as the crow
Through drunken haze
And as white as the terror
When put to the chase

The sounds are as silent
As whispering as the trees
As loud as the tired
As quiet as the screams 
As wailing as the leaf
Through highpitched ear’s screech
And as quiet as still
When the end meets the leech

The tastes are as bleak
As dull as the fruit
As sour as leaf
As honeyed as soot
As tangy as the peak
As sharp as the root
And so is the blade
I am no brute

The stenches are as honey
As sweet as the hay
As bland as the berry 
As foul as the bay
As sour as dairy
Through the incense, heavy
And as sour as what’s underneath
When the dirt is no longer empty

The forest is harp
As metal as twigs
As hard as carp
As soft as sticks
Yet under my feet, sharp
And as such is my overwhelming belief
He -  ‘ it ‘ won’t be missed, in the depths of a scarp

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