Come saviours sly and sinning;
Know you not of the malevolence ginning,
Beneath the ashes of a burdened beginning?
The trenchcoat gambler bets cement Lords are winning
Take my soul, Lady of the Deep
Burn my bridges with your salamander weep
It is you, in my preposterous heart, that I maliciously keep
Please don't let go, please don't make our love go to sleep
Ninety nine souls, black as the setting gun
A flood of infidels, with you being one
Who was to know that a rose's wilt would come undone?
Who was to know feathers couldn't fly neath the stalking sun?
I am foul;
Such as the feathers wielding my flight
Hear my howl;
Black as the prowess wicked women yield in their sight
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Long Soon Gone
PoetryPart 6 of my 2021 series. Long Soon Gone is a collection of poems that are highly abstract and cryptic. Much of the messages and themes are up to interpretation. This collection is very special to me as I feel that it represents me best and just abo...
