Blood and Fire
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I'd never drawn a breath until I'd seen
A tremble of the black moon in your eye,
The next was taken by the impish glean
That bared your heinous soul,
Fierce flames of piceous coal ...
To kindle with my core, your object, sly.
Gone, my will, the instant that you spoke -
My blood, as molten metal with each word,
That wanton beast within that you awoke
Now scorching with its cause,
And impaling, deep, its claws ...
The flesh 'tween bad and good ... now aptly blurred.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Premiere Number 150 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Rhyme Time 3" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor. I enjoy your contests very much, and I hope you keep having them!
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2018
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