The Last Dawn
Gone has God, the mirth as well, love’s sweet liquors
never tell; sun kissed earth, the hope for all, the
raven’s sigh at coming squall
Take the heart so pounded thus, darkened ardor, sour
dough’s musk; give the hearth the light of dawn, springs
the trap on spritely fawn
Now the world lies deep in tryst, silk-tongued robbers
slight of wrist; a nod to all who know this tale, perchance
the shattered dream to fail.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2017
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