Naked tale foretold

7 April 2016

Courtesy Brad Kunkle trac2015 com

Spoken thoughts

Saturating words

They misspell

Past intent

Agony souls underwent

Disdain bleak feature

Dark creature

Lies a solemn vow

Middle Earth

Its fiefdom

Shades of the greying kingdom

City of tales bent

The heart spent

In rivers of woe

Unwinds slow

The whirlpools

Amnesia its daily tools

As heartbeats quiver

Plains awash

With red of the blood

The eyes flood

Loss of life

Expunged in the shining pearl

The drops wild scatter

We will meet

When the ravens crow

Through midnight

Past the light

When early rays summon eyes

To twinkling mornings

Your shimmer

Rivalling with gold

Standing bold

Shuddering

On the brink of vanity

Naked tale foretold

Reading of the poem:

Courtesy Brad Kunkle thisisolossal.com

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