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Parting Death by Tides

Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.


. . . And so Steps The Door

Creeping, crawling on edge of your sword drawn

Bowing head, tongue in dread, words of sorrow fall

Crying, dying a heartbeat at the falling dark dawn.

Trembling woman’s, her lands, not one, but all.

She’s glaring through your eyes of fire

Ignoring a song, a tune sung in-love gone by.

You beg, the stolen keg touching the lyre.

Her brunette hair, despises the air, and lives the lie.

Fantasy known, then unknown, she slides

You cry aloud, only her cloud, now just gone.

Giggling, she hurts you, desserts you on ride.

Waves grow angry, ravens singing, oh, dead bone.

Her footsteps fade with tide’s cold death

Her face, her brunette hair, lying still.

Your tears fail, your tongue hails she courts muted breath.

Body so still, no life, no kill, crying until.

Lonely you walk, no more evil crawl

Serpents laugh, crickets sleep, midnight near.

His love was tall, she was his all.

No more will she with stars appear.

© 2019 Kenneth Avery

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