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Windfall
Knight is swollen.
The beast has won
a head crestfall
in foreign tongue.
The ears bleed on
then wrap the doll
in pollen bare and
cryptic scrawl. Un
done before the mid
night sun. All fair,
the beast has won.
The beast has won
a head crestfall
in foreign tongue.
The ears bleed on
then wrap the doll
in pollen bare and
cryptic scrawl. Un
done before the mid
night sun. All fair,
the beast has won.
Published 14th May 2021
Author's Note
the words are more disgusting with the images they conjure.
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18th May 2021 8:50am
As ever your poetry is smooth with solid internal rhymes and word choices that keep everything fresh without being obvious, I have now learned to look for the darker, twisted meta and this is no exception. Best R
18th May 2021 9:14am
Thanks. I've been trying to be more disciplined and less juvenile about the pieces. Slowly, I'll be overhauling a lot of older poems... Your comment about this particular poem is going to help me sleep peacefully.
