Least Read Poems About Deep Underground Poetry

We stay so low to the ground
reciting without a single sound
sentinels of a darkening night
resisting with each lonely write
 
Quitting those droning herds
in this quest for perfect words
finally free from all things prosaic
able to now crack the poetic mosaic
 
Brave enough to bear our bleed
in the hope someday they will read

The salt-stung air, a velvet shroud descends,
A carnival of ghosts, where longing bends.
Alexander's grin, a moonlit, fractured gleam,
"Last dance, dear hearts," a fevered, whispered dream.
 
No gentle waltz, but tango, raw and deep,
Where shadows writhe, and secrets sleep.
A love like rust, a crimson, jagged stain,
Narcissus' gaze, reflecting back the pain.
Erotic whispers, with bitter wine,
 
A stalker's breath, a twisted, dark design.
The Dup decks groan, a titan's final sigh,
As love's mad current...