there is a big black sore, sitting there at the corner. Scrathing at my every move... and waiting
Grows cold
Ah, this frame my dear
Universally unusual, and utterly inconceivable
Thine name on the bill, and a list of thine fame
Usurped and abashed in apace thine couldn’t expostulate
Terrestrial and virulence, all to its wane
Ah, vis-a-vis with the hell god
Yare thine sword, and stay stagnant
Sibilant and crude salient venom
Yclept “Faute de miox!” in thine sanguinary tongue
Servile and sinuous minded, thou crumbles
Ah, nay another day to save another day... 'Grows cold' Copyright © David Scheier
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Ah, this frame my dear
Universally unusual, and utterly inconceivable
Thine name on the bill, and a list of thine fame
Usurped and abashed in apace thine couldn’t expostulate
Terrestrial and virulence, all to its wane
Ah, vis-a-vis with the hell god
Yare thine sword, and stay stagnant
Sibilant and crude salient venom
Yclept “Faute de miox!” in thine sanguinary tongue
Servile and sinuous minded, thou crumbles
Ah, nay another day to save another day... 'Grows cold' Copyright © David Scheier
Copyright is property of the above author. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.