City of music, brimming with lust
Darling poets that dance till dawn
Greetings the fading moon as a loving mother tends to her fawn;
But nothing so calm and innocent
No. They play in violent ecstasy
Hand in hand, sipping thoughtfully from their crystal glasses of whiskey and rum
Of the most consoling of liquors
A maddening convergence of valour and fun
the worst of us, the flamboyant, the ruinous, the depraved, the scorned, the discarded,
Our perverted minds that birth the most brilliantly beautiful of atrocities.
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Mephisto's Anthology
Poetrya collection of old poems written by a younger version of myself I stumbled upon these recently and felt like Putting them out there. And I've been adding more to the collection whenever inspiration strikes They aren't properly punctuated Or writte...
