Monday, February 9, 2015

ONE BARK TO WORSE



One bark, to worse
Hold I, a bite to my tongue
and, manoeuvre a spell
Apparition diguised

I yoke a gamble,
ruminating thoughtful cud
To the fake warrior
That shaped my downfall

To parts
I engage my force
Gathering broken pieces
Speading frenzy

To leech
I hung my blood;
Like as butter
That doesn't melt my mouth

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