white witchcraft winter
chosen frozen limbs
to grey gloomed Denethor
in such a time as this.
taut and icy mind-map,
web of willful wilting,
seeming endless morning
carrion crow creeping
curtaining the darkness,
to sickle this sickly psyche
to the forefront
of a thawing, thriving mind's eye,
glimpsing its twenty-twenty mission.
shared with poetry jam-carry on
Wearing wrap-around seduction. A blindfold angel in black. Mirrors to glimpse a fine troubled prince? Dressed-up pathway to the soul ...
and ‘good evening’ you say, with your will to encapsulate a world in two simple words. you drag me to your angle, box up...
Billions slip along its bullion branches sliding towards the grasping, greedy, greasy palms, of the high/ mighty, fake empty pockets w...