Black Abysmal Below
Black abysmal below now waits
Sifting the nuisance, traits of hate
Grave is the door, stairs mold from dirt,
The demon slinging scythe for work,
Face upon face laughing at fate
Perverse ill be, for you to sate
Tempting inside, tempting this mate,
For now we lay nude upon earth
Into the black abysmal below
Heart in hand we shall migrate,
No rush, yes we can be late
Last ecstasy, last for a first
Enjoying time given for mirth,
Now lets travel keeping this date
Into the black abysmal below.
(2017)
Copyright © Corwin Donovan | Year Posted 2017
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