Impure glow in the cindered blue,
expanding over an orphaned two.
Moving moment dark with dawn,
fields and forest drenched in dew.
Sterling facets, sainted forms;
arctic animalia warms.
From ancient deep the dream is drawn,
downy soft in the turning storm.
Pearl the wonder, flame endowed,
she the moon and he the cloud.
Palms enfold the fragile fawn,
for wandering the end avowed.
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Poems for Morbid Children
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my more curious and macabre poems. Many of my poems play with words, the sounds and shapes of them. However, I often attempt to delineate emotion and sensation I cannot otherwise word, or I take inspiration from legen...
