Crook Faux Demise by James ZealyIntrigue drips like an elegant sauterne
From her cool amethyst eyes
Flashing like moonlight gems a burn
Radiating a ghostly pallor guise
A whoosh is heard from a midnight wind
Rustling the summer wheat ready to thresh
As if a specter is trying to escape the sin
Of a maul swinging death
She is gone in an instant
Graft hued apparition
Fleeing the crook ascent
Of the reaper's scythe intent 04/11/2005
Author's Note: crook,
whoosh,
intrigue,
maul,
amethyst,
graft,
sauterne,and
thresh. 30's April challenge
Posted on 04/11/2005 Copyright © 2024 James Zealy
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