Mellow moments moving mysteriously,
In the evening, alone yet surrounded.
Drifting dead desires dearly,
Sins and apologies float above water.
Under understanding ugly uniqueness,
Minds dislike the priest's pure daughter.
Merry men mummify moaning,
Ethereal night at the ghastly graveyard.
Rockaby risks resulting ruins roaming,
Not by their conscience but by their book.
Ill infections inflecting illuminates immensely,
Glowing rays of screams, gone before a second look.
Hallowing honesty hijacks hands holding her heart,
Tomorrow they will find it was not only her purity they took.
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Flying Whales
PoetryTwenty six letters repeated again and again to create a change in one's self. Poetry at its finest. Highest in poetry: #63 8/7/17
