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Ornamental Mesh
A serpentine oak shades the aspirations of the skittish marauder
Pensive and thirsting for the saccharine spoils of death
Forenoon and evenfall
upon valley and view
he raked the vale for provision
From lush to lull
the desert door was all too provocative
He was driven in by the itch
Insofar, he has been deceived
by the fruitless design
of his newfound elements
O’ wandering raven, why now do you delay?
Nestled amidst the sinuous curves of the oak
he is fated to wed this vacuous land
where even the residuals have withered
Simmering in unvarying famish
he is delicate
“Be still,” he whispers.
“The promise of excess never abandons.”
Wayfaring between utopia and slumber
Dust heavies his patience
A sudden shift in the yon curdles the raven’s stillness
Stimulated,
the whiles adhere,
confecting an essence of cryptic lust
towards the unwary soul
lumbering across the horizon
Skullduggery allures the impertinent player
Upon a starless and milky milieu, the raven quivers
A man
An enfeebled vagabond
wavering
between sorrow and submit,
gracelessly traipses the weathered expanse
where stained glass mirages offer riveting rumination; visions to which resolve can never be grasped
Shivery and hopeless,
he treads narrowly to where the waters harden
into a clutter of fissured earth
Jaded and measureless
Reminiscent of his patchwork of thoughts
mired in abject delirium
A tainted intuition binds his spirit in complacency
Parched and sullied, he wilts
Offering but a wisp of verve
upon the mantle of ponderous waste
One last breath
He is at one with the pristine fetters of the freshly softened
In the gloaming,
the marauder takes flight under the crimson veil
Undulating amidst God’s infertile parlor
The feathered gypsy descends to jest the wizened
The redolence of dissolve is seductive
Dancing to the symphony of anguish,
his unchallenged advance is silken
and swift
A glint of voracity enlivens the tempters intrigue
Slaver flows as the raven feeds off the envy of task
Gorging on ornamental mesh;
The flesh is gritty and unduly ripened
Staining red, the dry riverbed
The rapture is ostensibly lurid
Reduced to the mourned, scattered anguish
befouled beneath a raven’s claw
The vagabond has evanesced
In the morrow, the raven sighs
Time sprawls coherently in wait
Pensive and thirsting for the saccharine spoils of death
Forenoon and evenfall
upon valley and view
he raked the vale for provision
From lush to lull
the desert door was all too provocative
He was driven in by the itch
Insofar, he has been deceived
by the fruitless design
of his newfound elements
O’ wandering raven, why now do you delay?
Nestled amidst the sinuous curves of the oak
he is fated to wed this vacuous land
where even the residuals have withered
Simmering in unvarying famish
he is delicate
“Be still,” he whispers.
“The promise of excess never abandons.”
Wayfaring between utopia and slumber
Dust heavies his patience
A sudden shift in the yon curdles the raven’s stillness
Stimulated,
the whiles adhere,
confecting an essence of cryptic lust
towards the unwary soul
lumbering across the horizon
Skullduggery allures the impertinent player
Upon a starless and milky milieu, the raven quivers
A man
An enfeebled vagabond
wavering
between sorrow and submit,
gracelessly traipses the weathered expanse
where stained glass mirages offer riveting rumination; visions to which resolve can never be grasped
Shivery and hopeless,
he treads narrowly to where the waters harden
into a clutter of fissured earth
Jaded and measureless
Reminiscent of his patchwork of thoughts
mired in abject delirium
A tainted intuition binds his spirit in complacency
Parched and sullied, he wilts
Offering but a wisp of verve
upon the mantle of ponderous waste
One last breath
He is at one with the pristine fetters of the freshly softened
In the gloaming,
the marauder takes flight under the crimson veil
Undulating amidst God’s infertile parlor
The feathered gypsy descends to jest the wizened
The redolence of dissolve is seductive
Dancing to the symphony of anguish,
his unchallenged advance is silken
and swift
A glint of voracity enlivens the tempters intrigue
Slaver flows as the raven feeds off the envy of task
Gorging on ornamental mesh;
The flesh is gritty and unduly ripened
Staining red, the dry riverbed
The rapture is ostensibly lurid
Reduced to the mourned, scattered anguish
befouled beneath a raven’s claw
The vagabond has evanesced
In the morrow, the raven sighs
Time sprawls coherently in wait
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