I saw
under the cover of a crescent moon
around the flames of long-lasting doom
I saw them again, sisters of gloom
bare as the day of naissance
happy beneath the black hood
I gulped
under the cover of darkness
these ladies threw their legs
happy to destroy happiness
elated under the service
of evil in their presence
I hid
evil's goat head shone as white as the moon
fitted in its black hood, it crooned
and the ladies sat silent, with bated breath
just like me, wondering what would come next
wondering whose body would be dissected
I squirmed
evil's taloned hand rose, a bit too slow
it pointed at something on the road
all heads turned and my eyes widened
surely, it couldn't be me, for they've never seen
one of their long-dead victims
I turned. . .
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Colour Me Poetry✓
شِعر*Previously known as Poetry Dump* °Some rant with prose °I rant with poetry Colour Me Poetry is a collection of one hundred poems written in both a successful and unsuccessful attempt to understand the colours of life. It is a collection analyzing a...
