Yet
Amidst the rushed ripples of life.
Something brushed darkness deep into his eyes.
Weeping violets, gentle blacks, wondrous blues.
A couple of almost stars danced like midnight dew.
yet...
Petals of light breeched the heavy pound of night.
Sparred with the sable sirens of doubt and death.
Struck them brutal- honest in their icy stares.
The rouge of battle lay heavy upon the morning air.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2017
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