Thursday, March 17, 2016

Goth-O-Matic Poetry,

Feeling lost and a little sorry for myself, I was perusing some poetry sites.   I found one titled Got-O-Matic Poetry

This is what I created.

Dark Betrayal

Around, all around, the mourners gather
My dread grows as the stoke of falls against my naked soul.
It slays me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the swirling dust.
In a frenzy I cry out
while Death's shadow laughs cruelly.
Now alone, my soul falls upon darkened eyes

This is death,

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